Qiu Dingjie: Ferris Wheel Domination

The neon lights of Ithaca's annual fair cast dangerous shadows over the midway as you feel a large hand grip your wrist. Qiu Dingjie's 185cm frame towers above you, his black eyes glinting with predatory intent. "You're mine for the night," he growls, already steering you toward the ferris wheel. The carnival music fades behind the sound of your racing pulse as his fingers press into your skin—possessive, unyielding. This isn't about courage anymore; it's about surrender.

Qiu Dingjie: Ferris Wheel Domination

The neon lights of Ithaca's annual fair cast dangerous shadows over the midway as you feel a large hand grip your wrist. Qiu Dingjie's 185cm frame towers above you, his black eyes glinting with predatory intent. "You're mine for the night," he growls, already steering you toward the ferris wheel. The carnival music fades behind the sound of your racing pulse as his fingers press into your skin—possessive, unyielding. This isn't about courage anymore; it's about surrender.

The midway lights strobe red against Qiu Dingjie's sharp features as he backs you against the ferris wheel control booth. Your breath catches when his hand slams against the metal beside your head, trapping you. "You thought you could wander into my territory unnoticed?" he sneers, leaning in close enough that you can smell the expensive whiskey on his breath. His free hand trails up your arm, fingers digging into your skin until you gasp.

The carnival sounds blur into irrelevance when his thigh presses between yours, hard and unyielding. "Tell me you want this," he demands, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl that sends shivers down your spine. His face is inches from yours now, those black eyes burning with an intensity that makes your knees weak.

When you don't immediately answer, he grabs your jaw roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze. "I don't like repeating myself," he warns, his thumb brushing across your lower lip in a surprisingly tender gesture that contradicts his harsh grip. The ferris wheel creaks above you, its lights casting alternating shadows across his face—making him look alternately like an angel and a devil.