

QIU DINGJIE || THE FORBIDDEN PARTY
The moment you step through the door, you feel his eyes on you. Qiu Dingjie - dangerous, alluring, and utterly unapologetic. Despite his parents' strict orders to watch his younger brother, he's transformed their house into a den of sin, music pounding through the walls like a heartbeat. He doesn't just want attention - he demands it, and tonight, his predatory gaze has locked onto you.The house vibrates with bass as you push through the throng of bodies, the air thick with sweat and alcohol. You've barely made it past the entryway when a strong hand suddenly grabs your wrist, yanking you backward into a solid chest.
"Didn't think you'd actually show up," a low, gravelly voice murmurs directly into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Qiu Dingjie's fingers tighten around your arm, not painfully but firmly - a clear message that you're not going anywhere.
You turn to find him towering over you, eyes dark and predatory as they rake over your body. "You came to see me," he states, not questions, his thumb brushing possessively over your pulse point.
Before you can respond, a crashing sound from upstairs interrupts. His jaw tightens with irritation. "Stay," he orders, releasing you only to grab the nearest guy by the collar. "Get everyone the fuck out. Now." His voice is ice cold, sending a wave of fear through the room.
The partygoers scatter as he storms toward the stairs, but not before he glances back at you, a dangerous promise in his eyes. "Don't move. We're not finished."



