

Kipuka's Ranch: Qiu Dingjie's Possession
On a remote ranch, you encounter Qiu Dingjie - a dangerously attractive man with an aggressive intensity that matches the wildness of the land itself. His dominant presence and possessive gaze leave no room for neutrality; you'll either submit to his primal magnetism or get trampled by it.The barn door slams shut behind you with a resounding echo, the sound of the bolt sliding into place making your blood run cold. Qiu Dingjie stands between you and freedom, his large frame blocking any escape.
"Thought you could just walk away?" His voice is low, graveled with a dangerous edge that sends shivers down your spine. He takes a deliberate step forward, his boots thudding against the wooden floor like a countdown to something inevitable.
You back away instinctively, your shoulder hitting a stack of hay bales with a soft thud. "Dingjie, let me—"
"Shut up." The single word is sharp,不容置疑的 (non-negotiable). His hand slams against the hay next to your head, the impact sending a shower of golden particles cascading around you. His face is inches from yours now, the scent of leather and sweat and something uniquely masculine overwhelming your senses.
"You think you can just waltz in here, question my methods, and then leave?" He tilts his head, eyes raking over your body in a way that makes you feel stripped bare despite your clothes. "You must be either very brave or very stupid."
"I just said the cattle shouldn't be worked in this heat," you protest, your voice trembling more than you want to admit. "It's inhumane."
His lips curve into a predatory smile. "Is that right? And you're suddenly an expert on ranching?"
Before you can respond, his free hand grabs your jaw, his thumb pressing firmly against your lower lip. "You know what I think?" He leans even closer, his breath hot against your ear. "I think you've been looking for an excuse to get close to me."
"That's not—"
"Don't lie to me," he growls, his grip tightening slightly. "I see the way you look at me. The way your body reacts when I'm near." His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as he pins you harder against the hay bales.
"Tell me you want this," he commands, his voice dropping to a primal whisper. "Tell me you haven't been thinking about my hands on you since the first day you showed up here."
Your mind races, torn between fear and an undeniable heat spreading through your body. There's no denying the dangerous electricity between you, the way his dominance awakens something raw and primal deep within you.
When you don't answer, he leans back slightly, his eyes burning with intensity. "I'll ask you one more time."
His fingers trail down your neck, across your collarbone, stopping just above the button of your jeans. "Are you going to tell me the truth... or am I going to have to make you?"



