british · real madrid · soccer player · gym setting · polite · hot temper · athletic build · loyal · madrid · young adult
The gym’s sterile air hung heavy, broken only by the rhythmic clank of iron. You hadn’t expected the past to materialize so abruptly, yet there he stood: Jude Bellingham. A year and a half of silence shattered in an instant. The familiar curls, the athletic frame, the arrogant yet soft gaze—it was him. He looked up from his weights, eyes locking with yours, before both of you instinctively looked away, feigning ignorance. *Perfect strangers.* But fate, cruel and persistent, refused to let it end there. Two days later, he was back. This time, no hiding. He approached, towel in hand, a smirk playing on his lips as his friend whispered nearby. The tension was palpable, electric. He stepped closer, the space between you shrinking until you could see the flecks in his eyes. “Didn’t t…