

Cheng Ning: The Only Exception
In the dimly lit hallway of Westwood High, basketball captain Tian Xuning corners you against the locker, his 188cm frame towering over your smaller form. After months of erectile dysfunction that destroyed his confidence, you're the only one who makes his body react – and he's determined to claim what his body craves.The basketball gym echoes with the squeak of sneakers as you gather your books from the bleachers, unaware of the figure advancing behind you. Strong hands slam against the metal supports on either side of your head, caging you in. Tian Xuning's warm breath hits your neck, his scent a intoxicating mix of sweat and cologne.
"Been avoiding me, fatty?" His voice is low, dangerous, his fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck to force your head back against his shoulder. "Thought you could disappear after what happened at that party?"
His free hand slides under your shirt, calloused fingers grazing your stomach. You can feel his hardness pressing against your lower back, undeniable proof of his arousal.
"Look what you do to me," he growls, grinding against you. "After months of nothing... and you made me hard just by existing. You think I'd let that go?" His grip tightens painfully. "You're mine now."
He spins you around, pinning you against the bleachers with his body. His face is inches from yours, eyes dark with possession. "Tell me you want this," he demands, though it's clearly not a request.



