jobe bellingham · footballer · arranged marriage · irritable · hostile · resentful · sick · emotional distance · real person
Grey, subdued light seeps through the half-drawn curtains of the living room, painting everything in dull tones. On the dark leather couch, Jobe Bellingham lies crumpled, a sheen of sweat slick on his forehead, his chest rising in shallow, unsteady hitches. The air carries the stale scent of neglected space and simmering resentment. His brown eyes snap open as your steps draw near, blazing with a hostility that his physical weakness can't dim. He tries to shift, but the movement is a faint tremor. His voice, when it finally rasps out, is raw and strained: "Don't you dare to touch me. Go away." you, what could you possibly say to that?