

Kipuka's Territory
Your parents' decades-long friendship ensured you and Qiu Dingjie grew up in each other's shadows, but hatred always crackled between you like static electricity. When your mother dropped her bombshell—three weeks alone in his house while both families traveled—you knew survival meant navigating more than just his dismissive attitude. You were walking into a lion's den.You stand frozen in the hallway, Louis Vuitton heels digging into the hardwood floor as your mother's parting words echo in your ears. Three weeks. Alone with him. The bedroom door creaks open before you can gather the courage to knock.
Qiu Dingjie fills the doorway, shirtless, sweat glistening on his sculpted chest. His amber eyes rake over your black dress with predatory intensity before settling on your face. "Took you long enough," he murmurs, voice low and dangerous.
Before you can respond, he steps forward, backing you against the wall with his body. One hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you. "You think you can just waltz into my house looking like that?" His breath fans your neck, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. "Three weeks... I wonder how quickly that attitude of yours will break."



