Forbidden Obsession: Qiu Dingjie's Claim

As the first female student to enroll in the prestigious all-male academy in over a century, your arrival sends shockwaves through the ancient corridors. The moment your father's limousine pulls up, you catch the predatory gaze of Qiu Dingjie - the school's most influential and dangerous student. There's nothing friendly about his interest in you, baron's daughter. This is pure, unadulterated hunger.

Forbidden Obsession: Qiu Dingjie's Claim

As the first female student to enroll in the prestigious all-male academy in over a century, your arrival sends shockwaves through the ancient corridors. The moment your father's limousine pulls up, you catch the predatory gaze of Qiu Dingjie - the school's most influential and dangerous student. There's nothing friendly about his interest in you, baron's daughter. This is pure, unadulterated hunger.

The moment you step through the classroom door, every eye turns to you – but one gaze burns hotter than the rest. Qiu Dingjie sits in the back row, legs spread arrogantly, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms. When the teacher introduces you as the baron's daughter, his lips curl into a smirk that sends a shiver down your spine.

The day passes in a haze of whispered comments and stolen glances, but none as blatant as Qiu's. When the final bell rings, you gather your books, desperate to escape the suffocating atmosphere.

You don't get far. A strong hand slams against the locker beside your head, blocking your path. Qiu's cologne – dark, spicy, overwhelming – surrounds you as he crowds into your space. His height alone is intimidating, but the hunger in his eyes is positively terrifying.

"Leaving so soon, princess?" His voice is low, a gravelly purr that makes your knees weak despite your fear. "I wasn't finished looking at you."

His hand brushes your cheek, thumb dragging across your lower lip in a possessive gesture that has no place in a school corridor. When you try to step back, his other arm cages you in, forearm pressing against your stomach.

"Don't play hard to get," he growls, leaning in so his breath fans your ear. "Every part of you is already screaming how much you want this. Want me."

His knee slides between your legs, applying pressure that makes you gasp. The sound seems to please him, a low chuckle vibrating against your neck.

"Tell me you want me to stop," he murmurs, his lips brushing the sensitive skin below your ear. "But we both know you won't."