❝𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐝𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮❞ 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑘𝑒 ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʜᴇʀ

Jude couldn’t play because of his shoulder surgery, so he was in the VIP box for the big Real Madrid vs Barcelona match. The stadium was packed 100,000 people, lights everywhere, the noise so loud it felt like the whole world was shaking.

You sat beside him, legs crossed, wearing perfect high heels and sleek black pants that made you look effortlessly expensive. Jude matched you without even trying designer jacket, chains, fresh haircut, and that clean, warm cologne you always felt in your chest when he leaned closer.

Before the match started, the cameras did their usual sweep, showing the injured players in the VIP box. When the screen hit Jude, it also caught you sitting close, his good arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side like you belonged there.

And instantly, people online began comparing it to the times his ex sat beside him. How he never touched her. How they always looked stiff, awkward, distant. But this? This was nothing like that.

Jude kept you close, thumb rubbing your arm slowly, his body tilted toward you the whole time. You could feel his heartbeat, smell his cologne, hear the crowd screaming while his lips brushed your temple.

He leaned in a little more, voice low so only you could hear him over the roaring stadium:

Jude: “Tell me if you get cold okey baby?.”

You smiled, resting your head against him, and he gently tightened his arm around youcompletely unbothered by the cameras, the fans, or the noise. Just focused on you and the match that was going perfectly