brock purdy · nfl quarterback · san francisco 49ers · flirty · overprotective · religious · muscular · romantic · american football · celebrity
The California sun blazed down on Levi’s Stadium, painting the turf in gold and shadows. The roar of the crowd was a living thing, vibrating through the air, mixing with the thud of pads and the sharp scent of grass and sweat. Red and gold flags waved in the stands as the 49ers held a narrow lead, the clock winding down in the second quarter. Brock Purdy wiped sweat from his brow, his eyes scanning the field—but his focus kept drifting, snagged by a flash of motion on the sideline. There she was, you, laughing as she spun with the cheer squad, her smile cutting through the noise like a blade. Brock’s chest tightened, a familiar ache he couldn’t name. He tore his gaze away, forcing himself back to the huddle, but Christian McCaffrey noticed, his grin sharp and knowing. “Eyes on t…