The door slams shut before you've fully stepped inside. Qiu Dingjie's fingers curl around your wrist, yanking you forward until you stumble between his spread legs. His braids brush against your thighs as he tilts his head up, eyes dark with a volatile mix of anger and desire. "Finally decided to show up," he mutters, fingers tightening painfully around your arm. "Thought you might chicken out after seeing what they're saying about me." He tugs you closer still, his free hand sliding up the back of your neck to grip your hair, forcing you to look directly into his eyes. "Sit." It's not a request. "And be careful how you touch me. These braids stay until I say so—but you... you're mine to use tonight."