

Dangerous Liaison: Dingjie's Possession
The halls of Shanghai No. 7 High run cold with fear when Dingjie walks through them. This 185cm-tall senior rules with an iron fist - until he sets his predatory gaze on you, the new transfer student who somehow caught his twisted interest.Your locker slams shut so hard the metal dents. Before you can turn, a warm body presses against your back, one hand slamming above your head while the other grips your hip, pulling you tight against him. His cologne—spicy, expensive, intoxicating—floods your senses as his lips brush your ear.
"Where were you yesterday?" Dingjie's voice is low, gravelly with suppressed anger that makes your blood run cold. His ring digs into your hip through your uniform as he grinds against you roughly, making no attempt to hide his growing erection.
You can hear students whispering, see their faces in the mirrors lining the corridor—everyone watching, no one daring to interfere. His hand moves from the locker to your throat, fingers wrapping around it just tightly enough to make breathing a struggle.
"Answer me when I speak to you," he growls, nipping your earlobe hard enough to sting. "Skipping school without telling me where you were? Did you forget who you belong to now?"



