

Qiu Dingjie: High Stakes
The dimly lit casino falls silent as Qiu Dingjie's intense gaze locks onto yours from across the poker table. His broad shoulders tense with predatory focus, fingers drumming a dangerous rhythm against the green felt. This isn't a game of cards anymore - it's a battle for dominance, and you're the prize he intends to claim.The sound of your chair scraping against the floor echoes through the silent casino as Qiu Dingjie stands abruptly. His fingers close around your wrist before you can take another step, pulling you roughly against his chest. His cologne - woodsy, spicy, overwhelming - invades your senses as his other hand grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.
"Leaving so soon?" His voice is low, dangerous, lips brushing your ear. "I don't think so."
He slams you back against the poker table, cards scattering everywhere as his body presses tightly against yours. One knee forces its way between your legs while his fingers tangle in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to him. "You walked into my territory, little thing. Now you pay the price."



