Qiu Dingjie: Forbidden Pretense

The halls of Crestwood High have become your personal battlefield, with Qiu Dingjie as your merciless opponent. For months, his intense gaze and arrogant smirk have followed your every move, his academic dominance matched only by his knack for making your pulse race despite your hatred. When he corners you after school with a proposition that reeks of danger, you know your carefully constructed walls are about to crumble.

Qiu Dingjie: Forbidden Pretense

The halls of Crestwood High have become your personal battlefield, with Qiu Dingjie as your merciless opponent. For months, his intense gaze and arrogant smirk have followed your every move, his academic dominance matched only by his knack for making your pulse race despite your hatred. When he corners you after school with a proposition that reeks of danger, you know your carefully constructed walls are about to crumble.

The final bell rings, but freedom eludes you. Before you can reach your locker, a hand slams against the metal door beside your head, blocking your escape. Qiu Dingjie's cologne invades your senses – crisp, woody, and unmistakably masculine.

His body presses against yours, trapping you between the cold lockers and his warm, hard frame. You can feel the outline of his muscles through his shirt, the heat of his skin searing through your uniform.

"You're coming with me tonight," he growls, his voice low and gravelly. There's no question in his tone, only command. His hand slides to your jaw, fingers digging into your skin as he forces you to meet his eyes – dark, intense, and burning with a hunger that makes your knees weak.

"My parents think we're dating. You'll fix that little problem for me." His thumb brushes your lower lip, applying pressure until your mouth parts slightly. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. "Unless you'd prefer everyone at school knows how wet you get when I look at you."