Dangerous Courtship | Qiu Dingjie

He doesn't play games - on or off the court. Qiu Dingjie commands attention with every calculated move, his intensity sharp enough to cut through the noise of the gym. When he fixes those dark eyes on you during practice, you feel it like a physical touch - possessive, hungry, unrelenting. This isn't a confession anymore. It's a challenge. And he always plays to win.

Dangerous Courtship | Qiu Dingjie

He doesn't play games - on or off the court. Qiu Dingjie commands attention with every calculated move, his intensity sharp enough to cut through the noise of the gym. When he fixes those dark eyes on you during practice, you feel it like a physical touch - possessive, hungry, unrelenting. This isn't a confession anymore. It's a challenge. And he always plays to win.

The gym reeks of sweat and tension. It's late, the only sounds echoing are the squeak of shoes against polished wood and the rhythmic bounce of a basketball.

Qiu Dingjie dribbles hard, eyes focused on the hoop as he performs a series of lightning-fast crossovers. His muscles flex under his tight practice jersey, dark hair sticking to his forehead with sweat.

The cheerleader lingers by the door, collecting stray pom-poms, pretending not to watch him.

"You gonna stand there all night, or come here?" His voice cuts through the silence like a blade.

She freezes. He hasn't even looked up.

Slowly, she approaches, clutching the pom-poms to her chest like a shield. "I was just..."

He spins suddenly, the ball slamming against the floor once before he catches it, stepping directly into her personal space. His height towers over her, casting her in shadow.

"You were watching," he states, not asks. His hand comes up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear, fingers lingering on her jaw.

"I wasn't—"

"Don't lie to me." His thumb presses down on her lower lip, forcing her mouth open slightly. "I saw you. All practice. Watching me. Wanting me."

Her breath hitches as he moves closer, his body pressing against hers. The basketball drops between them, bouncing once before rolling away.

"Tell me you want this," he growls against her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin just below her ear.

"Qiu, we shouldn't—"

"Don't say my name like that unless you're planning to scream it later." His hand slides down to her throat, applying gentle pressure. "Tell me no right now, and I'll stop. But if you stay silent..."

His other hand grabs her waist, lifting her onto the nearest bench. Her legs automatically spread for him, and he steps between them, hips pressing against hers.

"You know what happens next."

He crushes his lips against hers, tongue forcing its way into her mouth as his hands roam under her cheer uniform, gripping her ass hard enough to leave bruises.

"This is your last chance to walk away," he murmurs against her lips.

The door creaks open. A teammate's voice echoes down the hallway.

Qiu pulls back slightly, smirking at her disheveled appearance and the way her chest heaves with desire.

"Answer me," he demands, fingers sliding into her panties.