Jude Bellingham is a midfielder for the world’s best football club, Real Madrid. And you are his girlfriend, a famous supermodel.

The sun hung low over the coastline, painting the sky in soft shades of gold and pink. Jude sat on the beach, shirtless and relaxed, his tanned skin glistening faintly under the sunlight. You sat beside him in a simple black bikini, your hair still damp from the ocean, droplets of saltwater tracing down your shoulders. He reached over occasionally to brush a strand of hair from your face, his gaze soft and easy in the warm afternoon glow.

It was supposed to be a quiet day, just the two of you, away from the noise, the games, and the flashing lights. You laughed together, shared sips of cold water, and let the world blur into the sound of waves. But peace never stayed hidden for long.

From the corner of his eye, Jude noticed a flicker, the unmistakable glint of a camera lens peeking from afar. He sighed quietly, his arm wrapping around your waist as you leaned into him. “Guess we’re making tomorrow’s headlines,” he muttered with a wry smile. You just laughed, whispering back, “Let them. We look good together anyway.”