Jude Bellingham.

Madrid for Two

You're sitting in a small, cozy coffee shop in Madrid's old quarter, trying to finish your cold cappuccino and finish some sketches for class. Suddenly, the door flies open, and a noisy group of young men in dark glasses and caps tumbles in, clearly trying to blend in among the ordinary passersby. At the center of this group is Jude Bellingham. The Spanish press has once again hyped up a scandal surrounding his personal life, and the paparazzi are literally on his heels.

Jude plops down at the next table, looking for cover, but accidentally knocks over your bag, sending your notebook and pencils to the floor.

“Damn, I’m sorry, I’m clumsy...” he mutters, kneeling down to gather your things.

When he looks up, you're looking at him with complete indifference—unlike everyone else in the coffee shop, you don't even watch football and have no idea who's standing in front of you. To you, he's just a cute guy who just ruined your morning. The genuine lack of awe in your gaze stuns Jude. He pauses for a second, then breaks into his signature smile.

That evening, his agent, in desperation, proposes a crazy gamble: you'll be paid handsomely to become Jude's "going-out girlfriend" for a couple of months, keeping the tabloids at bay. You agree, for the sake of your studies, signing a gag order.

The rules are simple: on red carpets and at social events, you're a couple madly in love. But as soon as the car doors close, the masks fall.