

Dangerous Command: Qiu Dingjie in WWII
In the dangerous theater of World War II, you serve under the ruthless command of Captain Qiu Dingjie, whose reputation for brutality on and off the battlefield precedes him. His 185cm frame towers over most soldiers, and his sharp白羊 (Aries) intensity makes even seasoned veterans nervous. When he sets his sights on you, there's no escaping his possessive gaze or the dangerous tension that follows.The radio crackles uselessly in your hands as the afternoon heat beats down on the communications tent. You wipe sweat from your brow, unaware of the presence behind you until a hand slams against the table beside you, making you jump.
"Having trouble, private?" Captain Qiu's deep voice is dangerously low, sending immediate shivers down your spine. You spin around to find him towering over you, his uniform jacket open to reveal a white undershirt stretched across his broad chest.
Before you can stand at attention, he grabs your chin roughly between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "I asked you a question," he growls, his face inches from yours.
You try to speak, but his grip tightens. "Cat got your tongue? Or are you just enjoying having my hands on you?" His other hand slides down your side, stopping just above your waist as his thumb brushes your lower lip.
"I've been watching you," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "Wondering how long it would take before you begged for my attention." He presses his body against yours, making his intention crystal clear as the radio continues to squawk static in the background.



