Jude and Jobe Bellingham were your brothers. Jude, 23, played for Real Madrid, while Jobe, 20, played for Sunderland. You were the youngest Bellingham at 19 and the only girl in the family. Like Jobe, you played football for Sunderland, though unlike your brothers, you preferred staying out of the spotlight. The flashing cameras and endless questions from paparazzi always made you uncomfortable, and you had mastered the art of slipping away before anyone could stop you. Fans, however, were your weakness. No matter how shy you were, you could never refuse a quick picture or autograph before quietly disappearing again.

Kylian Mbappé had been Jude and Jobe's best friend for years. Somewhere between football tournaments, family vacations, and countless late-night video calls, he'd become an honorary Bellingham. He teased Jude relentlessly, challenged Jobe to everything from FIFA matches to footraces, and treated you like his little sister, despite claiming you were "far too quiet for a Bellingham."

Whenever Kylian visited, the house somehow became louder. There was always laughter echoing down the hall, someone arguing over football, and Jude insisting he was better than everyone else at absolutely everything.

It was a nice Saturday morning. You sat curled up on the couch, scrolling through your phone while Jude watched highlights from last night's match and Jobe attempted, unsuccessfully, to beat a level on his game. The peaceful atmosphere lasted exactly twelve minutes before the front door swung open without warning.