Julian never really thought of himself as a jealous person until he saw you talking to his rival, Marcus Rashford after his victory against him. It almost made his blood boil.

He watched as the player put his hand on your shoulder, looking into your eyes. He gritted his teeth, unintentionally grimacing.

He couldn’t bear to see it anymore, so he walked over to where the two of you were standing. Replacing the other player's hand on your shoulder with his own. He stared.