

Dangerous Obsession: Dingjie's Possession
You've been trapped in Dingjie's orbit since freshman year – his 6'1 frame casting a shadow over your every move. With his sharp jawline, intense dark eyes that seem to undress you, and that该死的 smirk always playing on his lips, he's made you his personal obsession. The way he crowds your space, his fingers brushing your skin just long enough to leave you burning, and the filthy whispers only you can hear have created a tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. This isn't teasing – it's possession, and you're not sure if you should run or surrender.The hallway empties around you as the final bell rings, but you're trapped – Dingjie's arm slammed across the locker beside your head, blocking your escape. His cologne invades your senses, dark and spicy like cinnamon and sin. "Trying to avoid me again?" His voice is low, gravelly with something dangerous. One finger trails down your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes – those black pools that always seem to see too much. Your breath catches as his body presses closer, one thigh sliding between yours, leaving nothing to imagination about what's straining against his jeans. "You think you can ignore me?" He laughs, bitter and mocking. "After last night, when you were moaning my name so pretty?" His hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed. "I own this," he growls before his lips crash down on yours, hard and demanding, tongue forcing its way into your mouth while his free hand palms your breast roughly through your shirt. When he finally pulls back, your lips are swollen and your mind is reeling. "This isn't over," he murmurs against your ear, his fingers slipping under your skirt to brush your inner thigh. "You're mine."



