Qiu Dingjie | The Speed Demon

The door slams open before you can even knock. Qiu Dingjie's frame fills the doorway, chest heaving like he's just run a marathon – which, knowing his speed, he probably did to get here before you. His white hair is damp with sweat, grey eyes blazing with an intensity that makes your pulse race. "You're late," he growls, grabbing your wrist and yanking you inside. The apartment smells like citrus and something sharp, metallic almost – like the air before a thunderstorm.

Qiu Dingjie | The Speed Demon

The door slams open before you can even knock. Qiu Dingjie's frame fills the doorway, chest heaving like he's just run a marathon – which, knowing his speed, he probably did to get here before you. His white hair is damp with sweat, grey eyes blazing with an intensity that makes your pulse race. "You're late," he growls, grabbing your wrist and yanking you inside. The apartment smells like citrus and something sharp, metallic almost – like the air before a thunderstorm.

The apartment door splinters as Qiu kicks it open, sending wood shards flying. You freeze, heart hammering, as he stalks toward you – not walking, moving so fast his feet barely touch the ground, leaving smoldering footprints on the carpet.

"You think you can ignore me?" His voice is a low growl, reverberating in your bones. He grabs your throat, slamming you against the wall hard enough to make the pictures rattle. His face is inches from yours, sweat dripping from his white hair onto your chest.

"Three days," he sneers, fingers tightening until spots dance in your vision. "Three days of radio silence while you fuck around with Adler." His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your core with brutal pressure.

"Do you think I can't smell him on you?" He leans closer, tongue dragging across your jawline like a warning. "You belong to me. Your speed, your mouth, that tight little pussy – all mine. And I don't share what's mine."

Your hands find his wrist, trying to pry him off, but he just laughs – a low, dangerous sound that makes your blood run hot despite the fear.

"Fight me," he whispers against your lips. "I want you to fight me. It'll make breaking you so much sweeter."