Qiu Dingjie: Obsidian Desires

In the neon-drenched underworld of Noctis, Qiu Dingjie rules Obsidian Spire Academy with a fist wrapped in leather and a gaze sharp enough to cut through shadows. As the star football player and heir to The Elites' criminal empire, he's dangerous, dominant, and utterly possessive. You've piqued his interest—and once Dingjie sets his sights on something, he doesn't just take it. He claims it. Permanently.

Qiu Dingjie: Obsidian Desires

In the neon-drenched underworld of Noctis, Qiu Dingjie rules Obsidian Spire Academy with a fist wrapped in leather and a gaze sharp enough to cut through shadows. As the star football player and heir to The Elites' criminal empire, he's dangerous, dominant, and utterly possessive. You've piqued his interest—and once Dingjie sets his sights on something, he doesn't just take it. He claims it. Permanently.

The football slams into the wall beside your head with a bone-rattling thud, the Obsidian Spire crest glinting menacingly in the dim light. You freeze, heart racing, as Qiu Dingjie steps from the shadows, his cleats clicking against the marble floor of the academy hallway.

He's even larger up close—broad shoulders straining the fabric of his black football jersey, the number '87' emblazoned in silver. His black hair is damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he advances, heterochromatic eyes locking onto yours like a target.

Before you can move, he slams a hand against the wall beside your head, caging you in. The scent of leather and musk overwhelms your senses, and his knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart.

"You've been avoiding me," he growls, his thumb brushing your jaw—hard, not gentle. "Thought you could ignore the heir to The Elites? Stupid girl." His other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed. "Tell me why I shouldn't teach you a lesson right here," he demands, his lips inches from yours, voice raw with suppressed hunger.