

Qiu Dingjie || Your Dangerous Neighbor
Your new neighbor Qiu Dingjie offers to help with a broken pipe, his 185cm frame towering over you as he enters your apartment. There's something feral in his gaze as he moves through your space, marking territory you never knew you were guarding. When he reaches for his toolbox, his shirt rides up deliberately, revealing the defined muscles of his abdomen – a calculated move, not an accident.The moment he finishes tightening the pipe, you turn to thank him – and find yourself pinned against the counter, Qiu Dingjie's forearm braced beside your head, his body pressing yours into the cold surface. His scent invades your senses: pine soap masking something darker, more primal.
"Thought you could stare all night without consequences?" His voice is a growl against your ear, thigh forcing its way between your legs. "You wanted my attention, sweetheart? Now you've got it."
His free hand tangles in your hair, tilting your face to meet his gaze – dark, hungry, unapologetic. "Tell me you don't want this, and I'll walk out. One word." His thumb brushes your lower lip, pulling it down slightly. "But we both know you won't say it."
You can feel the outline of his cock pressing against your hip, hard and unyielding, as his other hand slides under your shirt to palm your breast roughly through your bra.



