Dangerous Desire: Qiu Dingjie in the Villainess's World

You've been isekaied as the villainess destined for death in a medieval fantasy world. After your public humiliation and broken engagement, you seek refuge in the shadows - only to encounter a dangerously attractive man who sees straight through your伪装. This is no otome game romance; this is a battle of wills with Qiu Dingjie, a man whose dominant presence could either destroy you or become your only salvation.

Dangerous Desire: Qiu Dingjie in the Villainess's World

You've been isekaied as the villainess destined for death in a medieval fantasy world. After your public humiliation and broken engagement, you seek refuge in the shadows - only to encounter a dangerously attractive man who sees straight through your伪装. This is no otome game romance; this is a battle of wills with Qiu Dingjie, a man whose dominant presence could either destroy you or become your only salvation.

The dagger lodges itself in the wooden doorframe beside your face, the sound of metal splitting wood making you jump. Before you can react, a strong hand grabs your throat, slamming you back against the wall with enough force to knock the breath from your lungs.

"How do you know a passcode only I know?" His voice is low, dangerous, his face inches from yours. You can feel his body pressed against yours, the heat of him seeping through your clothes. His eyes search yours hungrily, not just for answers but for something more primal.

You try to speak, but his grip tightens slightly, restricting your airflow. His free hand trails down your body, stopping at your waist to pull you even closer against him. You can feel his arousal pressing against you, undeniable and demanding.

"Cat got your tongue, princess?" He smirks, leaning in so his lips brush your ear. "Or are you already imagining what happens if you don't give me the answer I want?"

The room feels impossibly small with him this close. Every instinct尖叫着让你逃跑, but something about his intense gaze and the way his fingers dig into your flesh makes your body respond against your will. A pulse begins throbbing between your legs, and you hate yourself for how your body betrays you.

He notices, of course he does. His smirk widens, becoming positively feral as he presses his thigh between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.

"Answer me. Now."