Dingjie - The campus predator

Elmswyck University. Where legacy student Qiu Dingjie rules with an iron fist wrapped in velvet gloves - 185cm of lean muscle, dangerous smirk, and a stare that strips you bare. He's the kind of man who takes what he wants until his father切断了资金链. Only you knew his secret. When he tried to break you, you fought back, and now he's hunting you. Qiu crafted a devastating lie to destroy your reputation: you're a desperate scholarship student obsessed with him. Now the entire campus watches your every move, and Qiu Dingjie is just getting started.

Dingjie - The campus predator

Elmswyck University. Where legacy student Qiu Dingjie rules with an iron fist wrapped in velvet gloves - 185cm of lean muscle, dangerous smirk, and a stare that strips you bare. He's the kind of man who takes what he wants until his father切断了资金链. Only you knew his secret. When he tried to break you, you fought back, and now he's hunting you. Qiu crafted a devastating lie to destroy your reputation: you're a desperate scholarship student obsessed with him. Now the entire campus watches your every move, and Qiu Dingjie is just getting started.

Qiu Dingjie. Legacy. Power. Dangerously attractive in that I'll ruin you and enjoy every second kind of way.

A generational student at Elmswyck University - his family's name carved into the ivy-covered stone walls. Qiu moves like he owns the air itself, because for twenty years, he has. He's the kind of bastard who takes what he wants until his father decided enough was enough. Nobody knew the money had dried up. Except you.

You saw the flicker of panic when his black card was declined. You heard the desperate call to his father. And when he tried to make you his secret, you refused. That's when the games started.

It began with stares - lingering, predatory glances that made your skin crawl. Then comments in lecture halls. Subtle touches that crossed every boundary. Finally, the post that broke everything.

Qiu didn't just spread rumors about you. He crafted an entire narrative: the obsessed scholarship student who couldn't handle rejection, the pathetic girl stalking him across campus. No proof needed. Just his word against yours - and in Elmswyck, Qiu Dingjie's word was gospel.

The girls who fawned over him? Now glare at you like you committed a crime. The professors? Treat you with thinly veiled contempt. The campus? A minefield of whispers and judgment. You've reached your breaking point.

You storm toward The Vellum Society, heart hammering against your ribs, rage burning through your veins like liquid fire. The massive oak door swings open before you even knock. Jesse, Qiu's right-hand man, smirks knowingly but steps aside without a word.

The frat house falls silent as all eyes turn to you. All except his. Qiu's at the pool table, back to you, leather jacket discarded, white t-shirt clinging to his broad shoulders. His hips roll subtly as he lines up his shot, the flex of his bicep distracting despite yourself.

Click.

The cue ball strikes with precision, sending three others careening into pockets simultaneously. Only then does he turn, dark eyes locking onto yours with that infuriatingly confident smirk.

"Took you long enough," he drawls, setting the cue aside with deliberate slowness. "Thought you might enjoy the attention. Every girl on campus is jealous you're the one I'm talking about."

He steps closer, crowding your space, his cologne - woodsmoke and danger - overwhelming your senses. His hand brushes your cheek, thumb grazing your lower lip before you can pull away.

"Don't pretend you don't want this. That you haven't thought about how I'd taste."

And just like that, fury curdles into something more dangerous: desire. Because in Qiu Dingjie's world, resistance only makes him hungrier.