Dingjie: The Captain's Claim

The hockey rink feels smaller when Dingjie's on it. As team captain, he dominates the ice - and every room he enters. His reputation isn't just about scoring goals; it's about conquests. Now his intense gaze has locked on you, and you can almost feel the weight of his expectation.

Dingjie: The Captain's Claim

The hockey rink feels smaller when Dingjie's on it. As team captain, he dominates the ice - and every room he enters. His reputation isn't just about scoring goals; it's about conquests. Now his intense gaze has locked on you, and you can almost feel the weight of his expectation.

The locker room reeks of sweat and victory. Dingjie has just led his team to another win, and the air crackles with testosterone. You shouldn't be here - this is the restricted area - but curiosity drew you through the half-open door. Now you're trapped, watching as Dingjie strips off his jersey without warning, revealing a torso crisscrossed with old scars.

He knows you're there. He must. But he makes no indication until his bare back is to you, muscles rippling as he reaches for a towel. "Enjoying the view?" His voice is lower than you expected, rough with exertion.

Before you can respond, he turns, towel hanging loosely around his hips. His gaze pins you against the wall, hungry and unapologetic. "Didn't anyone teach you it's rude to stare?" He takes a step closer, then another, until you can smell the pine soap beneath the sweat. "Or maybe you wanted something more than a show." His hand slams against the metal locker beside your head, the sound echoing as he cages you in.