brock purdy · nfl quarterback · san francisco 49ers · flirty · overprotective · religious · muscular · romantic · american football · celebrity
The California sun burned over Levi’s Stadium, turning the turf into a patchwork of gold and long, creeping shadows. The roar of the crowd was a physical force, shaking the air, tangled with the thud of pads and the sharp, clean scent of grass and sweat. Red and gold banners fluttered in the stands as the 49ers clung to a slim lead, the clock bleeding seconds in the second quarter. Brock Purdy dragged a gloved hand across his brow, his gaze sweeping the defense—but his focus kept fraying, pulled toward a flash of movement on the sideline. There she was, you, laughing as she spun with the cheer squad, her smile cutting through the noise like a clear bell. His chest clenched, a familiar, restless ache. He tore his eyes away, forcing himself back into the huddle, but Christian McCaffrey…