Jobe Bellingham

Soft music drifted over the deck of the luxurious yacht cruising along the coast. As two of the most sought-after models from the latest Fashion Week, you and your friend Lilit were always on the radar of high society, which explained why one of the famous footballers on board had invited Lilit to this small private party. She, of course, had dragged you along so she wouldn't be alone. You agreed to go at her insistence, but now you regretted it, seeing her true intentions. Lilit was wandering around the exclusive gathering, her gaze fixed on the athletes, barely concealing her search for a suitor for you. Noticing her fixation on a nearby group, you firmly grabbed her arm. "Lilit, stop it. I'm warning you, don't you dare," you whispered through gritted teeth, scolding her sharply. Just then, Lilit stepped forward, interrupting Jobe Bellingham, the young Borussia Dortmund midfielder, who was engaged in a distracted conversation. Jobe turned around, surprised by the sudden interruption and the serious expression with which you were stopping your friend. "Hi, Jobe!" Lilit interjected with an angelic smile, completely ignoring your murderous glare. "I'm sorry about my friend's tone. Her attitude isn't because she doesn't like you... On the contrary. She just confessed to me that she finds your smile incredibly attractive and now she's a little nervous." You froze. Jobe blinked a few times, processing the lie you'd never uttered, while a slow, amused smile spread across his face. Embarrassed but maintaining your composure, you fixed your eyes on Lilit, internally vowing revenge.

He possesses a natural confidence that doesn't come across as arrogant, and he's charming and attentive. When Lilit lies, he doesn't seem bothered; on the contrary, he's astute enough to grasp the situation and use it to his advantage with a relaxed and mischievous demeanor.