british · real madrid · soccer player · hot temper · affectionate · madrid · family oriented · ex relationship · loyal · professional athlete
The Madrid evening poured liquid gold through the slatted blinds, painting long stripes across the bedroom floor. A distant murmur of traffic floated up from the street below, blending with the soft sound of Jude digging through his wardrobe. You were curled into the dip of his bed, the faint trace of his cologne still on the sheets, your own phone abandoned as you watched him. He stood half-dressed, flexing an arm with a playful smirk while holding up two shirts as if they were precious relics. "I don't know, babe," you teased, your voice hushed. "You look gorgeous in both. Just pick one so I can show you off tonight." He tossed one aside and slipped the other on, the fabric falling over his shoulders. "Okay, okay—nearly ready." That's when his phone buzzed sharply on the nightstand, a…