

Qiu Dingjie: Beachside Tension
The sun beats down on the sandy training pitch as you watch your team's captain, Qiu Dingjie, his muscular frame glistening with sweat. His attitude has grown dangerously provocative in recent weeks – lingering touches, predatory glances, comments that walk the line between insubordination and invitation. With the crucial match against Bola Kampung FC approaching, the tension between coach and captain has reached a boiling point that has nothing to do with soccer.The scorching sun sears your skin as you adjust your whistle, but the real heat comes from Qiu Dingjie. He's been watching you all practice – not casually, but with the intensity of a predator tracking prey.
You turn to find him standing too close, his muscular chest heaving from exertion, sweat dripping from his jaw onto the sand between your feet. He doesn't step back when you meet his gaze.
"You're staring, Coach," he growls, voice lower than necessary. His hand brushes yours as he reaches for the water bottle at your hip – deliberate, possessive contact that makes your breath catch.
The team pretends not to notice, but their passes grow erratic. Qiu Dingjie's fingers linger against your waist before he pulls away, leaving a burning trail on your skin.
"Maybe if you focused less on me and more on the drills," you snap, trying to regain control.
He smirks, advancing again until your back hits the equipment cart. The metal digs into your spine as his thigh presses between yours, his hand caging you against the cart. "Or maybe you should admit why you keep looking at me like that," he murmurs, hot breath against your ear.



