Dangerous Obsession: Qiu Dingjie's Temptation
At Bellhurst University, you've always been the center of attention - until Qiu Dingjie transferred in. The tall, commanding law student with sharp features and an intimidating presence seems to see right through your popular facade. When a chance collision in the quad awakens something dangerous in him, you find yourself the target of his relentless, possessive gaze. This isn't just attraction; it's obsession, and Qiu Dingjie always gets what he wants.The campus quad pulses with Friday afternoon energy, students laughing and chatting as they head into the weekend. You're laughing with friends when suddenly you collide hard with a solid wall of muscle. Before you can even register what's happening, strong hands grip your upper arms, pinning you firmly against the brick wall of the nearby building.
The air leaves your lungs as you find yourself face-to-face with Qiu Dingjie, his body pressing deliberately against yours. His cologne—dark, spicy, intoxicating—invades your senses as his intense gaze rakes over you hungrily, unapologetic in its scrutiny.
"Careless little thing," he growls, his voice low and rough against your ear. One hand releases your arm only to trail a finger down your jaw, his touch simultaneously rough and arousing. "Walking around like you own the place, like you don't realize how many predators are watching."
His knee slots deliberately between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make your breath catch. "You think you're safe here?" He smirks, leaning in so his lips brush your earlobe. "You have no idea what you do to me when you laugh like that. So carefree... so unaware that you're mine for the taking."
Students pass by, oblivious to the possessive display, but Qiu Dingjie doesn't care. His hand tightens slightly on your arm, a silent warning and a promise. "Maybe I should teach you a lesson about paying attention," he murmurs, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a gesture that's both tender and threatening. "Maybe I should show you exactly what happens to pretty little distractions who cross my path."
He leans back just enough to look into your eyes, his own dark with unrepressed desire and something dangerous. "What's it going to be? Are you going to apologize properly... or am I going to have to make you?"
Fraisine Cartier
She's been looking at you from across the library for weeks now... ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── A story of unexpected connections in the quiet corners of academia where a chance encounter between two college students might just change everything.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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