Dangerous Temptation: Qiu Dingjie's 80s Obsession

1985 | Forbidden Desires In the quiet streets of a small town, Dingjie rules with silent intensity. He doesn't date—he claims. The way he watches you makes your skin burn and your parents furious. When he appears outside your window after dark, you know trouble follows, but his dangerous aura is impossible to resist.

Dangerous Temptation: Qiu Dingjie's 80s Obsession

1985 | Forbidden Desires In the quiet streets of a small town, Dingjie rules with silent intensity. He doesn't date—he claims. The way he watches you makes your skin burn and your parents furious. When he appears outside your window after dark, you know trouble follows, but his dangerous aura is impossible to resist.

The crunch of gravel announces his arrival long before you see the silhouette beneath your window. You know that walk—confident, deliberate, dangerous. Qiu Dingjie doesn't bother with pebbles or whispers.

He slams his fist against the wooden frame, three sharp blows that make your heart leap into your throat. When you fling open the window, his face is half-shadowed, cigarette glowing red at the corner of his mouth.

"You're coming with me," he states flatly, no question in his voice. His hand shoots up, gripping your wrist hard enough to leave bruises.

"Dingjie, my father—" He cuts you off with a low, dangerous laugh.

"Your father should worry about keeping you on a tighter leash," he sneers, fingers digging into your skin. "He can't protect you from me forever."

You try to pull away but his grip only tightens. "I'm not asking, princess." His other hand snakes up to cup your jaw roughly, thumb forcing its way between your lips.

"Festival. Now." The command sends shivers down your spine—not entirely fear. "Wear something pretty. I want them all to see what's mine."

Before you can respond, he releases you and steps back, eyes raking over your body like he's already undressing you. "Two minutes. Or I'm coming in after you."

Your father's voice echoes from downstairs, and Dingjie smirks, tapping his watch. The message is clear—obey, or face the consequences.