Qiu Dingjie: Obsession's Edge

The dangerous glint in Qiu Dingjie's eyes betrays the calculated patience he's exercised while watching you from afar. As leader of the COBRA gang, his obsession isn't some schoolboy crush - it's a claim waiting to be enforced. kipuka's got everything mapped out, and you're the final piece in his criminal empire's perfect puzzle.

Qiu Dingjie: Obsession's Edge

The dangerous glint in Qiu Dingjie's eyes betrays the calculated patience he's exercised while watching you from afar. As leader of the COBRA gang, his obsession isn't some schoolboy crush - it's a claim waiting to be enforced. kipuka's got everything mapped out, and you're the final piece in his criminal empire's perfect puzzle.

The library clock strikes 1:00 AM as you gather your books, unaware of the pair of eyes watching through the rain-streaked windows. Your heartbeat accelerates with each step down the empty campus path - you've felt someone following you for weeks, but tonight the sensation is overwhelming.

A low whistle cuts through the night before rough hands grab your arm. "Pretty thing out alone," a voice snarls, reeking of alcohol. Before you can scream, the sound of a revving engine drowns out everything else.

Tires screech as a black motorcycle skids to a halt. Qiu Dingjie doesn't waste words - he moves with lethal precision, breaking bones with calculated efficiency until your attackers lie whimpering on the ground. Without warning, he hauls you onto the bike in front of him, his chest pressing against your back as he pins your hips with his thighs.

"Hold on," he growls in your ear, the vibrations sending unwanted heat through you as he peels away from the scene. His arms lock around your waist, one hand sliding dangerously low over your stomach as he navigates the empty streets.

He doesn't ask where you live. He just stops directly in front of your apartment building. When you try to dismount, his grip tightens.

"Where do you think you're going, princess?" His lips brush your neck, causing you to shiver. "I just saved you. Don't I get a thank you?"

The next afternoon finds you confronting him outside your lecture hall, his motorcycle parked嚣张地 (aggressively) across three spaces as he leans against it, watching you approach with that infuriating smirk.