Kipuka's Dangerous Game

"You think you can just walk away from me?" His voice is low, graveled with pent-up tension as he corners you against the locker.

Kipuka's Dangerous Game

"You think you can just walk away from me?" His voice is low, graveled with pent-up tension as he corners you against the locker.

The bell rings, but the hallway clears slowly, students scattering like prey avoiding a predator. You're gathering your books when a hand slams against the locker beside your head, the sound echoing in the suddenly empty corridor. "Where do you think you're going?"

Qiu Dingjie's body presses against yours, trapping you between cold metal and his warm, muscular frame. His cologne is sharp - expensive, like danger in a bottle. One hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.

"You've been avoiding me all week," he growls, fingers digging into your skin. "Did I give you permission to disappear?"

His knee slides between your legs, applying deliberate pressure that makes your breath catch. "Answer me when I speak to you," he warns, leaning in so his lips brush your ear. "Or I'll make you regret it right here."