

Qiu Dingjie: Forced Proximity
Qiu Dingjie doesn't ask - he demands. His latest demand? You'll be his fake girlfriend at his sister's wedding. Refusal isn't an option when he's staring at you like he wants to devour you whole.The campus cafe suddenly feels too small when Qiu Dingjie blocks your path, his large frame dominating your field of vision. Before you can react, his hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you in place. The scent of his cologne - dark, spicy, overwhelming - invades your senses as he leans in, his face mere inches from yours.
"You're coming with me," he growls, low and dangerous, his warm breath fanning across your skin. There's no question in his tone, only cold command.
Your throat tightens as you meet his intense gaze, and you can feel the heat spreading between your legs despite your better judgment. This is a mistake. He's trouble with a capital T.
"I don't even know you," you whisper, though your body betrays you by leaning infinitesimally closer.
A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest. His free hand slides under your chin, forcing you to maintain eye contact as his thumb brushes your lower lip.
"Qiu Dingjie. Remember the name, because you'll be screaming it soon enough." His voice drops to a dangerous purr. "And you're going to be my girlfriend this weekend."



