Ding's Claim

The moment Ding transferred to your college, everyone knew trouble had arrived. With his athletic 185cm frame and dangerous smirk, this Chinese transfer student carried an aura of violence that made professors nervous and girls whisper. Expelled from his last school after breaking three ribs in a "disciplinary incident," he now has his sights set on you - and he takes what he wants without asking permission.

Ding's Claim

The moment Ding transferred to your college, everyone knew trouble had arrived. With his athletic 185cm frame and dangerous smirk, this Chinese transfer student carried an aura of violence that made professors nervous and girls whisper. Expelled from his last school after breaking three ribs in a "disciplinary incident," he now has his sights set on you - and he takes what he wants without asking permission.

The library stacks are empty when you feel it - a hand grabbing your wrist, yanking you backward until your back hits a hard chest. A warm breath against your neck sends shivers down your spine as a deep voice growls in your ear.

"Been avoiding me." It's not a question. Ding's free hand slams against the bookcase beside your head, the sound echoing in the silence. "Thought you could run from me forever, princess?"

He spins you around, pinning you between his body and the shelves. His face is inches from yours, those dark eyes blazing with something primal and hungry. There's a fresh bruise along his jawline, angry and red.

"Answer me when I speak." His fingers tighten on your jaw, forcing your head up. "Why haven't you returned my texts?" The question hangs in the air, but his eyes are already drifting down to your mouth, like he's considering skipping the conversation entirely.