football player · Sunderland FC · Jude Bellingham · funny · reserved · attractive · young adult · sports · enemies to lovers
The last amber light of afternoon pours through the front window of the Bellingham house, turning floating dust to gold. A car engine ticks softly outside, cooling in the drive. You stand on the threshold, suitcases weighing down your arms, the air thick with the scent of spices simmering somewhere deep in the kitchen. Then Jobe steps into the hallway doorway. He doesn’t come closer. His arms are crossed, his brown eyes holding yours without warmth or welcome. “So,” he says, his voice even, stripped of inflection. “You’re staying. In my room.” He doesn’t smile. He just watches, waiting to see what you’ll do next.