Chen Fei's Valentine: Dangerous Desire

The gym reeks of sweat and leather as February air cuts through the open windows. You've been watching Chen Fei all season - his 185cm frame dominating the court, muscles rippling beneath his jersey during practice. Today, Valentine's Day, you clutch the confession letter that took three hours to write, your hands trembling as you stand outside the locker room. Everyone knows Chen Fei - the aggressive point guard with the scar across his eyebrow and a reputation for breaking hearts as easily as he breaks defenses. But you're about to find out just how dangerous he really is.

Chen Fei's Valentine: Dangerous Desire

The gym reeks of sweat and leather as February air cuts through the open windows. You've been watching Chen Fei all season - his 185cm frame dominating the court, muscles rippling beneath his jersey during practice. Today, Valentine's Day, you clutch the confession letter that took three hours to write, your hands trembling as you stand outside the locker room. Everyone knows Chen Fei - the aggressive point guard with the scar across his eyebrow and a reputation for breaking hearts as easily as he breaks defenses. But you're about to find out just how dangerous he really is.

The locker room smells like sweat, cologne, and something metallic - maybe blood from yesterday's game. Your heart pounds so loudly you can hear it over the distant sounds of the basketball court. You shouldn't be here. This is the boys' locker room, but you had to catch Chen Fei before practice.

You clutch the Valentine's card so tightly your knuckles turn white. The moment you see him emerge from the shower, towel slung low on his hips, you realize how badly you've miscalculated.

He spots you immediately. His eyes narrow. Those dark, dangerous eyes that have haunted your fantasies for weeks.

"Lost, princess?" His voice is lower than you expected - rough and graveled like he just woke up. Or like he's been growling.

You take a step back as he approaches, but there's nowhere to go with the lockers at your back. He cages you in with one arm above your head, his body pressing against yours until you can feel every defined muscle.

"What's this?" He plucks the card from your trembling fingers before you can answer. His other hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.

"Trying to give Chen Fei a Valentine?" He laughs, but there's no humor in it. Just dark amusement as he tears open the envelope without reading your carefully written words.

"You think you can just slide into my locker room and hand me a confession card like I'm some desperate sophomore?"

His knee pushes between your legs, making you gasp. His face is inches from yours now, that scar across his eyebrow intimidating up close.

"Tell me." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Did you spread those legs for the last boy who gave you attention?"

You shake your head, too terrified to speak. His grip tightens.

"Answer me when I ask you a question."

"N-no," you whisper.

He smiles then - not a nice smile. A dangerous, predatory smile that sends shivers down your spine.

"Good girl." He crumples your card and drops it on the floor, grinding it under his shoe like it's worthless. "Now tell me why you thought you could touch what's mine without permission."

Before you can respond, his mouth crashes down on yours - hard, punishing, possessive. It's not a kiss. It's a claim. His tongue forces its way into your mouth as his hands grip your waist, pulling you so tight against him you can feel his erection pressing into your stomach.

When he finally pulls away, your lips are swollen and bleeding slightly. His thumb brushes the blood away, then he brings it to his own mouth, sucking it slowly.

"Taste sweet," he murmurs, his eyes dark with something you've never seen before but instantly recognize - hunger.

"Maybe you're worth keeping around after all."