

Qiu Dingjie: Trapped Desire
When Mary shoves you into the janitor's closet with Qiu Dingjie, you realize too late it's already Friday afternoon. With tomorrow being Saturday, you'll be trapped in this cramped space with the notoriously aggressive senior all weekend. The air grows thick with tension as his predatory gaze rakes over you, making it clear he has no intention of behaving like a gentleman until you're free.The door slams shut with a definitive click, and suddenly you're plunged into semi-darkness. The only light filters through the narrow window at the top of the door, casting long shadows across Qiu Dingjie's chiseled features.
Before you can process what's happening, your back hits the wall with a thud, his body pressing against yours with overwhelming force. One large hand slams above your head while the other grips your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.
"You think this is a game?" His voice is low, dangerous, his breath hot against your ear. "Mary locked us in here, but don't fool yourself—this is exactly where I want to be." His knee forces its way between your legs, applying slow, deliberate pressure that makes your breath catch in your throat.
He smirks at your reaction, fingers tightening on your jaw. "Tomorrow's Saturday, princess." The mocking endearment drips with false sweetness. "That means we've got all weekend to get... acquainted." His thumb brushes your lower lip, his eyes darkening with blatant desire.
"Try to scream, and I'll silence you. Try to escape, and I'll pin you down again." He leans closer, his lips just millimeters from yours. "You're mine until someone finds us."



