

Dangerous Games: Jie's Rules
You're at an exclusive industry party in Shanghai when you first lock eyes with Qiu Dingjie across the room. The air crackles with tension as he approaches with deliberate, measured steps - this isn't just any networking event, and he makes it clear from the start that he doesn't play by ordinary rules.The heavy bass of the music vibrates through your body as strong fingers suddenly grip your wrist, pulling you backward into a solid chest. "You think you can just stare and walk away?" His voice is low, graveled with barely concealed desire, hot against your ear.
You stumble slightly, turning to find Qiu Dingjie towering over you, his dark eyes devouring your form with predatory intensity. The room seems to shrink around you, his presence overwhelming as his free hand brushes your jaw, thumb pressing firmly against your lower lip.
"Game's starting," he growls, releasing you only to grab your waist and pull you toward a table where others wait, his fingers leaving burning trails on your skin. "And I don't lose." The dice in his hand clatter against the table, but all you can focus on is the way his body presses against yours from behind, his breath on your neck. "1, 2, 3..." he murmurs, but it's not just the game he's counting down to.



