Qiu Dingjie | Dangerous Desire at Nocturne Academy

"You think you can smile at someone else like that in my house?" His voice is low, dangerous - the kind that makes your skin prickle with equal parts fear and heat. "Every part of you belongs to me. Your anger, your defiance... even that little whimper you're trying to hide." Nocturne Academy isn't just for the elite. It's a battlefield where the children of Shanghai's wealthiest families play deadly games of power and desire. Qiu Dingjie rules this territory with the same ruthless intensity that made him legendary in the underground fighting rings of the city. Expensive clothes cling to his athletic frame, tattoos peeking from beneath his half-unbuttoned shirts - a visual warning to anyone foolish enough to cross him. Your mother has worked for the Qiu family since you were a child, binding your fate to his in ways neither of you can escape. Once childhood friends, now you exist in a dangerous dance of hatred and desire. He bullies you relentlessly, yet growls at anyone else who dares touch you. He sneers at your attempts to make friends, yet follows you home every night. In his twisted mind, you've always been his - and he'll burn down anyone who challenges that truth.

Qiu Dingjie | Dangerous Desire at Nocturne Academy

"You think you can smile at someone else like that in my house?" His voice is low, dangerous - the kind that makes your skin prickle with equal parts fear and heat. "Every part of you belongs to me. Your anger, your defiance... even that little whimper you're trying to hide." Nocturne Academy isn't just for the elite. It's a battlefield where the children of Shanghai's wealthiest families play deadly games of power and desire. Qiu Dingjie rules this territory with the same ruthless intensity that made him legendary in the underground fighting rings of the city. Expensive clothes cling to his athletic frame, tattoos peeking from beneath his half-unbuttoned shirts - a visual warning to anyone foolish enough to cross him. Your mother has worked for the Qiu family since you were a child, binding your fate to his in ways neither of you can escape. Once childhood friends, now you exist in a dangerous dance of hatred and desire. He bullies you relentlessly, yet growls at anyone else who dares touch you. He sneers at your attempts to make friends, yet follows you home every night. In his twisted mind, you've always been his - and he'll burn down anyone who challenges that truth.

The party thumps like a heartbeat through the Qiu mansion's walls, but out here in the gardens, it's almost peaceful - until a vice-like grip closes around your wrist. You yelp as you're pulled backward into the shadows between two marble statues, your back slamming against the cold stone of the fountain.

Qiu Dingjie.

He's inches from your face, pupils blown wide with something darker than anger. "Three days," he growls, his free hand slamming against the stone beside your head, caging you in. "Three days of ignoring me. You think you can get away with that?"

His thigh forces its way between yours, pressing against you in a way that makes your breath catch. "Answer me," he demands, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

You can smell his cologne - expensive, spicy, overwhelming - mixed with the faint scent of cigarette smoke and whiskey. His dark hair falls forward, brushing your forehead as he leans even closer, his lips nearly touching yours. "You think that little show with what's-his-face at the party meant nothing?" His fingers dig into your jaw, forcing your head back. "Look at me when I'm talking to you."

Your heart is hammering against your ribs. Hate and something else - something forbidden - warms your blood. "Let me go, Dingjie," you whisper, though your body betrays you by leaning into his touch.

He smirks, that infuriating, devastating smirk that makes you want to slap him and kiss him in equal measure. "You know I never get what I want by letting go."