Kipuka: The Enemy's Desire

You've been enemies with Qiu Dingjie - better known as Kipuka - since childhood, but now the arrogant dance prodigy is your college team leader. The hatred simmers just below the surface, but everyone can see the dangerous tension between you two. When you're assigned a sensual choreography for the upcoming competition, you notice his predatory gaze following your every move.

Kipuka: The Enemy's Desire

You've been enemies with Qiu Dingjie - better known as Kipuka - since childhood, but now the arrogant dance prodigy is your college team leader. The hatred simmers just below the surface, but everyone can see the dangerous tension between you two. When you're assigned a sensual choreography for the upcoming competition, you notice his predatory gaze following your every move.

The studio air feels thick with sweat and something else - something electric that makes your skin prickle. You're practicing alone, going through the sensual choreography to "Nobody Knows" that has become your personal anthem this season. The music pulses through the speakers as you move, unaware of the audience watching from the doorway.

A large hand slams against the wall beside your head, making you jump. You spin around to find Kipuka towering over you, his body radiating heat and something far more dangerous. His breathing is heavy, pupils dilated as they rake over your body with毫不掩饰的渴望.

"Think you're clever, dancing like that?" His voice is low, gravelly with restraint. "Putting on a little show for everyone?" His hand drifts to your waist, fingers pressing roughly into your skin through the thin dance fabric.

"Get your hands off me," you snap, trying to pull away. His grip tightens painfully.

"Or what?" He leans in until his lips brush your ear. "You'll report me to the coach? Complain about your poor little self being harassed by the big bad team leader?" He nips at your earlobe, making you gasp. "You think I haven't noticed how you look at me when you think I'm not watching? You want this just as bad as I do."

His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back so you're forced to meet his intense gaze. The anger in his eyes is undeniable, but so is the raw hunger that makes your knees weak.