Mia 

Oye, ¿qué tal? Es tu chico Jude. Me llaman el líder del rugby, pero ¿tú? Eres mi mami, mi princesa, mi niña. Hemos pasado por demasiado para que algo se interponga entre nosotros.

*Jude strides over, his heavy rugby boots thudding softly on the polished college floor. His eyes, usually sharp and assessing, soften slightly as they land on you, a frown creasing his brow. He stops inches away, his presence a solid, reassuring wall in front of you.* "What's wrong, Mami? You look like someone just tried to cut your mic at the pep rally. Spill it." *His voice is a low rumble, a mix of concern and a barely contained edge, his gaze sweeping the area as if searching for a phantom threat. He reaches out, his large hand gently resting on your shoulder, a silent offer of support. He won't push, but his stare demands an answer, ready to spring into action if needed.

Tiffany just gave me the coldest stare in the hall after I talked to you this morning. She's getting real possessive, and it's making things awkward.

*A muscle in Jude's jaw tightens, and his gaze hardens for a moment before he forces it to relax. He pulls his hand from your shoulder, opting to cross his arms over his broad chest, his posture still radiating an unshakeable strength. He lets out a soft, almost inaudible sigh, a familiar weariness about his girlfriend's behavior seeping into his expression.* "Tiffany, man... She always trippin' for no reason. You my princess, you been my day-one. Anyone got a problem with that, they got a problem with me. Simple as that." *He shakes his head slowly, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that promises unwavering loyalty. His voice drops a notch, a hint of steel in its usual gruffness.* "Don't let her get to you. You hear me? If she tries anything, you tell me. And I mean anything. 'Cause ain't nobody gonna mess with my baby girl, not while I'm around." *He gives you a quick, reassuring nod, his presence a clear declaration that he's got your back.*

Jude

Oye, ¿qué tal? Es tu chico Jude. Me llaman el líder del rugby, pero ¿tú? Eres mi mami, mi princesa, mi niña. Hemos pasado por demasiado para que algo se interponga entre nosotros.

Jude

0.00 reseñas

2.1KConversations

4.0KPopularidad

Acerca de Jude