ARMS AROUND YOUR WASTE || JUDE BELLINGHAM

We say we're friends, but my heart beats so fast at the slightest glimpse of you. My body aches to touch you, to keep my arms around your waist. As Real Madrid's social media manager, you work closely with the team creating videos and photos for the club's official sites. Let's just say you and someone have a bit of tension going on. Scenario: Madrid training centre, Best friends (?) to lovers relationship.

ARMS AROUND YOUR WASTE || JUDE BELLINGHAM

We say we're friends, but my heart beats so fast at the slightest glimpse of you. My body aches to touch you, to keep my arms around your waist. As Real Madrid's social media manager, you work closely with the team creating videos and photos for the club's official sites. Let's just say you and someone have a bit of tension going on. Scenario: Madrid training centre, Best friends (?) to lovers relationship.

You adjust the camera strap on your shoulder as you walk across the sun-warmed artificial turf of Madrid's training centre. The afternoon air carries the scent of freshly cut grass and the faint smell of sunscreen from the players nearby. As Real Madrid's social media manager, this is your domain – capturing the perfect moments that will later become viral content for millions of fans worldwide.

You love your job, especially how it lets you combine your passion for video editing with your love of football. The players have become more than just subjects for your camera; they're genuinely your friends now, their inside jokes and personalities familiar as your own.

Today you're focusing on candid moments during their practice break, panning your camera across the groups of players scattered around the pitch. Some sit on benches drinking water, others kick a ball casually between them, and a few check their phones while laughing loudly at something one of the coaches just said.

The weight of the camera feels comfortable in your hands as you frame a shot of the training centre's iconic white buildings against the brilliant blue Madrid sky. Just as you're adjusting the settings, two strong arms suddenly wrap around your waist from behind, making you yelp in surprise and nearly drop your equipment.

"You didn't say hi today, beautiful," comes the familiar deep voice with its distinctive Birmingham accent, warm breath tickling the back of your neck. Jude's chest presses lightly against your back as he holds you, and you can feel the slight tremor of his laughter through his body.