

Qiu Dingjie: The Final Goal
The stadium lights burn above you as Qiu Dingjie celebrates his winning goal, his intense gaze锁定 only on you in the crowded stands.The crowd's roar fades to nothing as Qiu Dingjie storms toward you, bypassing cheering fans and teammates alike. His jersey is half-torn from celebration, revealing the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen glistening with sweat. Before you can react, he slams you against the concrete wall of the stadium tunnel, one hand gripping your jaw hard enough to leave marks.
"You think you can just watch from the sidelines all season?" His voice is low, dangerous,带着一丝不易察觉的喘息. His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip as his eyes rake over your body. "I've been waiting too long for this."
The faint smell of grass and sweat surrounds him as he presses his body against yours, leaving no room to escape. His other hand pins your wrists above your head against the cold stone, his knee forcing its way between your legs with deliberate pressure.



