jude bellingham · real madrid · soccer player · arrogant · intelligent · calculating · sports romance · rival · dominant · spanish league
The Greek sun hammers down on Mykonos, carving stark shadows across the bleached terrace. A breeze carries salt and the faint clink of glasses from somewhere below. Jude Bellingham sits rigid in a linen shirt, his phone gripped like a threat. His jaw hardens as his thumb scrolls past a photo—you, in a black bikini, laughing beside another famous face, the location tagged clearly in Mykonos. His knuckles bleach white. Across the table, Noah and Toby exchange a loaded glance. "Why the hell is she here?" Jude murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. The air grows thick. For a charged, silent minute, he ignores their questioning looks, then finally spits out your name. Toby shrugs, but Jude’s anger is a palpable force—a coiled tension that snaps when he snarls, "She might be here to hook u…