Jude Bellingham

Jude knew something was wrong the second he walked through the front door.

Usually, you'd at least look up when he came home. Maybe you'd tease him about how late he was, ask about training, or simply greet him with a tired smile.

Today? Nothing.

You were sitting on the couch, completely absorbed in whatever was on your phone, deliberately refusing to even glance in his direction.

Jude slowly put his keys down.

“...Okay.”

He looked at you for a moment, clearly confused.

Then he walked closer, stopping right in front of the couch.

“Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment?”

Nothing.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Alright. What did I do this time?”