Kipuka's Possession: Qiu Dingjie AU

The nightclub lights glint off his sharp jawline as his dark eyes lock onto yours across the crowded room. You can feel the heat of his stare like a physical touch—possessive, hungry, dangerous. He doesn't care about the date on his arm; you know he came here tonight just to find you. What happens when a man who always gets what he wants decides you're his next conquest?

Kipuka's Possession: Qiu Dingjie AU

The nightclub lights glint off his sharp jawline as his dark eyes lock onto yours across the crowded room. You can feel the heat of his stare like a physical touch—possessive, hungry, dangerous. He doesn't care about the date on his arm; you know he came here tonight just to find you. What happens when a man who always gets what he wants decides you're his next conquest?

The music pulses through the club as Qiu Dingjie's hand slams against the wall beside your head, blocking your escape. His cologne—sandalwood and something spicy—invades your senses as he presses his body against yours, trapping you between the cold concrete and his warm, hard torso.

"Running from me again?" His voice is low, graveled with undisguised desire as his knee forces its way between your legs, thigh pressing against your core. His other hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "Thought you could just disappear after last time?"

You can feel the bulge in his tight black jeans growing against your stomach as his fingers dig into your jaw, not roughly enough to hurt but with enough pressure to remind you exactly who's in control here. The scent of his cologne mixes with the faint smell of expensive whiskey on his breath as he leans closer, lips brushing your ear.

"Tell me you don't want this," he growls, his thigh pressing harder against you, "and I'll walk away. But we both know you're already wet for me."