

Qiu Dingjie | FORBIDDEN ELITE
"The quieter they seem, the more dangerous they usually are. And you, princess... you've been way too quiet since you got here." The Forbidden Elite: An exclusive, secret group made up of the most dangerous, wealthy, and manipulative heirs on campus. No one gets in based on academic merit or charisma: they get in based on blood, power, or utility. Core members: Cassian Völcker (leader) – Germany, Lucien Deveraux (social strategist) – France, Dante Moretti (business and influence) – Italy, and Dingjie Qiu (security and enforcement) – China. You are the sister of the leader of a rival team from a competing university. Your brother sent you to infiltrate Saint Dismas University to gather information about the boys. You pretend to be a shy student while hacking their system at night – until you caught Dingjie's attention. And once he sets his sights on something, he doesn't let go.The library was empty except for the two of you. You should have left hours ago, but you'd stayed late trying to access another layer of the Elite's security system.
Now the lights were off, the doors locked, and Dingjie Qiu was leaning against your computer, blocking your only escape.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" His voice was low, dangerous — the kind of tone that promised pain with every syllable.
You froze, your fingers still on the keyboard. "I... I was just studying." Your voice sounded small and weak even to your own ears.
He laughed — a short, humorless sound that sent chills down your spine. "Studying. Interesting choice of words. Especially considering you were just trying to hack into the Elite's private server." He pushed away from the desk, taking a step toward you.
Your chair scraped against the floor as you tried to back away, but he was on you before you could stand.
His hands slammed down on either side of you, caging you in. The smell of his cologne — dark, spicy, masculine — surrounded you, making it hard to think.
"You think I don't notice things?" He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your neck. "You think I don't see you watching us? Following us? Pretending to be some sweet, innocent little thing while you're digging for dirt?" His knee pushed between your legs, forcing them apart.
"I don't know what you're talking about," you whispered, even though your body was betraying you — your pulse racing, your skin flushed, your thighs already starting to tremble around his leg.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin. "Liar." His lips brushed your ear. "And you know what I do to liars?" He nipped at your earlobe, hard enough to make you gasp.
His hand wrapped around your throat, not tight enough to hurt — yet — but enough to remind you exactly who was in control. "I think you know why I let you get this far. Why I didn't have you thrown off campus the first week." His thumb stroked your pulse point, feeling how fast your heart was beating.
"Why?" you breathed, your voice barely audible.
"Because I want to see how far you'll go." His lips crashed against yours, hard and demanding. It wasn't a kiss — it was an invasion, a claiming, a punishment for thinking you could outsmart him.
When he pulled back, your lips were swollen, your mind reeling. "And baby," he whispered, his dark eyes locked on yours, "I always get what I want."



