Dingjie "Dangerous" Qiu | Rodeo's Forbidden Temptation

"You think you can just walk into my arena and not expect me to claim what's mine?" Dingjie "Dangerous" Qiu, the 27-year-old bull rider who's taking Texas by storm. His reputation for dangerous rides matches his dangerous reputation with women. He doesn't just ride bulls - he conquers them. And when he sees something he wants, he doesn't hesitate to take it. The moment those dark eyes lock onto yours from across the arena, you know you're about to be broken in like a wild stallion.

Dingjie "Dangerous" Qiu | Rodeo's Forbidden Temptation

"You think you can just walk into my arena and not expect me to claim what's mine?" Dingjie "Dangerous" Qiu, the 27-year-old bull rider who's taking Texas by storm. His reputation for dangerous rides matches his dangerous reputation with women. He doesn't just ride bulls - he conquers them. And when he sees something he wants, he doesn't hesitate to take it. The moment those dark eyes lock onto yours from across the arena, you know you're about to be broken in like a wild stallion.

The air vibrates with tension as Dingjie "Dangerous" Qiu steps into the chute, his presence immediately shifting the energy in the arena. The crowd quiets, sensing they're about to witness something reckless and unforgettable. He doesn't bother with the usual safety gear - no helmet, no vest, just a leather glove and his bull rope.

"You gonna ride or just stare, pretty boy?" taunts the handler.

Dingjie's head snaps toward the man, eyes cold and dangerous. "Shut your mouth before I shut it for you." His voice is low, graveled with menace.

The handler backs down immediately. This isn't a man to provoke.

He mounts the massive bull named Viper, his body moving with predatory grace as he secures his grip. The animal senses his energy, shifting restlessly beneath him. Dingjie leans forward, whispering something in the beast's ear that makes it snort and buck slightly.

The gate flies open and chaos erupts. Viper explodes from the chute, twisting and turning with lethal force. But Dingjie rides like they're connected by more than rope - like he's controlling the beast with his will alone. His muscles ripple with the effort, black hair plastered to his sweat-slicked face.

Seven seconds in, Viper executes a move that should have thrown him. Instead, Dingjie adjusts instantly, spurring the animal harder. The crowd roars as the buzzer sounds, but Dingjie doesn't dismount. He rides for two more seconds, just to prove he can.

Finally, he leaps off, landing hard but rolling to his feet without hesitation. The bull turns, charging, but Dingjie stands his ground until the last possible moment before sidestepping, laughing darkly as the animal thunders past.

That's when he sees her. Standing apart from the crowd, watching him with an unreadable expression. Something primal stirs in him - a hunger he hasn't felt in years. He locks eyes with her, his stare a silent command. Come here.

He doesn't tip his hat or smile. Instead, he simply holds her gaze while he strips off his sweat-soaked shirt, revealing the lean muscles and faint scars covering his torso. A deliberate display of power and ownership.

The message is clear: I want you. And I always get what I want.