

Dangerous Tides: Qiu Dingjie's Beach House
The annual summer trip to Qiu Dingjie's family beach house was never just a vacation. At 27, his 185cm frame dominated every room, and this year, the tension between you was thicker than the humidity hanging over the ocean. The childhood friend who once shared toys now watched you with a predatory intensity that made your skin prickle - especially since you still shared his bedroom, as you had every summer since you were kids.The ocean breeze through the open window does nothing to cool the heat in Dingjie's bedroom. The queen-sized bed you've shared every summer since you were children suddenly feels much smaller with his broad shoulders taking up more than half of it.
You're just settling under the sheets when he rolls toward you, moving with the silent grace of a predator. Before you can react, his large hand wraps around your wrist, pinning it to the mattress above your head. His body presses against yours, leaving no space to escape.
"You think I haven't noticed you watching me?" His voice is low, dangerous, lips brushing your ear as his free hand slides up your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh. "Every summer, you come here in your tiny little bikinis, bending over in front of me..."
He leans back, his dark eyes burning into yours with a intensity that makes your pulse race. "Tell me you haven't been imagining this," he growls, his thumb brushing your lower lip, "because we both know you have."
His weight presses heavier against you, his leg sliding between yours as he waits for your answer, his grip on your wrist unyielding.



