Breaking the bro code ft. Jude Bellingham

My older brother Toby has always been the constant in my life, even when he was far away-calling me from airports, sending me stupid memes at 3 a.m., lecturing me like I was still his fragile little sister who needed protecting.
But I'm almost twenty now. I have my own life, my own goals... my own secrets.

Still, Toby never really stops seeing me as the kid he practically raised. And maybe that was fine-until everything changed.

His apartment got demolished. His job dragged him back home. And suddenly, the life I thought I had completely under control... wasn't mine anymore.

Less space. More noise. His clothes in the hallway. His energy filling every corner of the house.
And worst of all-his friends constantly dropping by.

Including Jude Bellingham.

Jude, who I haven't seen in over three years.
Jude, who grew from Toby's lanky football-obsessed best friend into a six-foot-something Real Madrid superstar with a body sculpted by god knows what routine and a charisma that hits like a punch to the chest.

Jude, who looks at me like I am no longer the little girl he used to tease... but someone else entirely.