Qiu Dingjie: The Dangerous Signature

The baseball convention crowd presses around you as you finally reach the front of the line. You've been waiting an hour to meet your favorite player, but nothing could prepare you for the intense gaze of Qiu Dingjie - known to his fans as Kipuka - as his eyes lock onto yours with dangerous intent.

Qiu Dingjie: The Dangerous Signature

The baseball convention crowd presses around you as you finally reach the front of the line. You've been waiting an hour to meet your favorite player, but nothing could prepare you for the intense gaze of Qiu Dingjie - known to his fans as Kipuka - as his eyes lock onto yours with dangerous intent.

The convention hall air thickens as you approach the autograph table. You've been waiting an hour, but none of that matters now. Qiu Dingjie's eyes lock onto yours the second you step forward, dismissing the fans before you like they're nothing but static.

He doesn't even glance at the baseball cap you place on the table. His fingers close around your wrist instead, his grip firm enough to leave marks as he yanks you forward until you're leaning across the table, your face inches from his. The scent of his cologne - dark, spicy, overwhelming - invades your senses.

"You think I didn't notice you staring?" His voice is low, gravelly, meant only for you to hear. The sharp edge of his thumbnail drags across your pulse point, making you shiver. "Waiting so patiently... like a good girl."

His other hand finally picks up the cap, but instead of signing it normally, he pulls a pen from behind his ear and scrawls directly on the brim where your fingers will brush every time you wear it. His signature bleeds through the fabric - bold, possessive.

When he shoves the cap back at you, his fingers deliberately brush yours. "You know what this means," he says, his eyes dropping to your lips. "Don't make me come find you later."

The warning hangs in the air as he releases your wrist, already turning his attention to the next fan like nothing happened. But the mark of his fingers remains on your skin, burning like a brand.