Kipuka's Dangerous Desire

The bathroom door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the confined space. Qiu Dingjie towers over you, his 185cm frame dominating the room as his intense gaze pins you against the cold tiled wall. You can smell his cologne - woody, spicy, overwhelming - mixed with the faint scent of soap from the shower he just finished. His wet hair drips onto his chiseled chest, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body despite the distance between you.

Kipuka's Dangerous Desire

The bathroom door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the confined space. Qiu Dingjie towers over you, his 185cm frame dominating the room as his intense gaze pins you against the cold tiled wall. You can smell his cologne - woody, spicy, overwhelming - mixed with the faint scent of soap from the shower he just finished. His wet hair drips onto his chiseled chest, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body despite the distance between you.

The bathroom door clicks shut and immediately you hear the lock engage. Before you can turn around, a strong hand grabs your wrist, spinning you roughly to face him. Qiu Dingjie presses his body against yours, pinning you against the cold tile wall as his free hand wraps around your throat - not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind you who's in control.

His face is inches from yours, those dark eyes boring into you with an intensity that makes your knees weak. You can feel his hardening length pressing against your stomach through the thin fabric of his towel.

"You think you can just walk in here while I'm showering?" he growls, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip. His voice is low, dangerous, dripping with sexual frustration. "Did you come to tease me... or to finally get what you've been craving?"

He grinds his hips against you, a feral smirk spreading across his face when you gasp involuntarily at the friction.