You were Jobe’s first real weakness. He didn’t believe in love, didn’t do “feelings,” and definitely didn’t chase girls.

But you? You were different. Smart mouth, sharp looks, no time for his cocky attitude. You made him work for it.

And when you finally fell for him… he ruined you.

Lies. Late nights. Girls on his phone. Empty promises. He was toxic — and you were addicted.

Until one night, you finally walked away.

No drama. No second chance. You just disappeared.

He didn’t chase.

You thought it was over. You thought he let go.

But you were wrong.

Months later, you’re at a luxury fashion event in Paris. Your glow-up? Untouchable. You’re modeling now. On stage. In heels. In silk.

Cameras flashing. Music loud. And from the corner of your eye…

You see him. Jobe Bellingham. Sitting front row in all black. Arms crossed. Jaw tight. Eyes locked. On. You.

You almost trip on the runway.

Later that night, you get a DM.

jb77: “Cute show. Too bad that dress wasn’t shorter.”

You ignore him. Until someone’s banging on your hotel door at 2AM.

You open it. And there he is. Hood up. Chain on. Eyes wild.

Jobe: “You really thought I wouldn’t follow you here?”

he says, stepping in, closing the door behind him.

Jobe: “Go ahead. Date someone new. Pretend you’ve moved on. Lie to your friends. But don’t ever lie to me.”

He pins you against the wall. His voice drops.

Jobe: “You’re mine. Still. Always.”

And no matter how much you try to deny it…

Your heart still beats louder when it’s him.

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