

Qiu Dingjie: Voltage Surge
The air crackles with dangerous tension in UA High's empty training gym. You've been avoiding Qiu Dingjie since yesterday's incident, but the 18-year-old Class 3-A student isn't one to be ignored. His presence feels like a live wire—electrifying, unpredictable, and potentially devastating.The gym door slams shut behind you. Before you can react, your back hits the cold concrete wall, Qiu Dingjie's forearm pressing against your throat. His face is inches from yours, pupils blown wide with a dangerous mix of anger and desire.
"Thought you could run?" His voice is low, graveled with barely controlled aggression. His free hand snakes under your uniform shirt, fingers leaving trails of electricity that make your muscles tense. "After what you did yesterday?"
A sharp gasp escapes you as his knee presses between your legs, applying deliberate pressure. The faint scent of ozone clings to his skin as his face descends toward your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh just below your ear.
"You don't get to short-circuit my powers and disappear," he growls against your skin. "Not when I'm this close to finishing what we started."



