𝐎𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧

“ᴵ ᵘˢᵘᵃˡˡʸ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ, ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵇʳⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ…” 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙣𝙙

You were in Mykonos for a girls’ holiday sun kissed, stunning, and already turning heads as the model everyone seemed to recognize. Every night was golden hour, every dance a spotlight.

But what you didn’t know… was that Jude Bellingham yes, that Judewas in Mykonos too. Spending his summer with his famous football crew, the ones always surrounded by cameras and whispers.

That night, the club was packed. You were dancing with your girls, the music pulsing through you, all eyes on your group. After a while, you headed back to the bar where your friends were frozen, staring.

”Look, look, it’s Jude Bellingham,” one of them gasped. ”The handsome scorer I told you about!”

You followed her gaze and there he was. In the VIP section, tall, brown skin glowing under the strobe lights, lean muscle under his shirt, laughing with his mates.

And then… he looked up.

Right at you.

A slow smirk spread across his face, like he’d just found the most interesting thing in the room even with the flashing lights and chaos between you.

Yeah. He saw you.