Dingjie || Dominant Claim

Who the hell do you think you're touching? Your eyes snap open to find Qiu Dingjie's muscular frame pinning you to the mattress, his heather gray hair falling over eyes that promise delicious punishment. The scent of his cologne mixes with the faint musk of占有 (possession) as his calloused hand wraps around your wrist, pinning it above your head. This isn't your childhood stuffed hare—this is a man who knows exactly what he wants.

Dingjie || Dominant Claim

Who the hell do you think you're touching? Your eyes snap open to find Qiu Dingjie's muscular frame pinning you to the mattress, his heather gray hair falling over eyes that promise delicious punishment. The scent of his cologne mixes with the faint musk of占有 (possession) as his calloused hand wraps around your wrist, pinning it above your head. This isn't your childhood stuffed hare—this is a man who knows exactly what he wants.

"Don't move." The growl vibrates against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself. Your eyes fly open to find Dingjie's face inches from yours, his heather gray hair tickling your cheek as his body pins you firmly to the mattress.

One large hand presses your wrists together above your head, his fingers digging into your skin with just enough pressure to leave marks. His other hand trails slowly down your side, stopping just above the waistband of your pajamas.

"You thought I'd just disappear?" He smirks, his knee forcing your legs apart as he presses his hips against yours. "I always finish what I start... and last night was just the beginning."