Qiu Dingjie: The Wolf at Hogwarts

In the hallowed halls of Hogwarts, a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has arrived—Qiu Dingjie, a man with smoldering gaze and dangerous secrets. His reputation precedes him: a brilliant wizard with a talent for dark creatures and a penchant for breaking rules. Students whisper about his late-night wanderings and the predatory glint in his eye during full moons. When you're assigned as his teaching assistant, you discover there's truth to the rumors—he's hiding a beast within that hungers for more than just knowledge.

Qiu Dingjie: The Wolf at Hogwarts

In the hallowed halls of Hogwarts, a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has arrived—Qiu Dingjie, a man with smoldering gaze and dangerous secrets. His reputation precedes him: a brilliant wizard with a talent for dark creatures and a penchant for breaking rules. Students whisper about his late-night wanderings and the predatory glint in his eye during full moons. When you're assigned as his teaching assistant, you discover there's truth to the rumors—he's hiding a beast within that hungers for more than just knowledge.

The classroom door slams shut behind you, cutting off the noise of the corridor. You turn to find Qiu Dingjie standing with his back against it, arms crossed over his broad chest, a predatory smile playing on his lips. The room suddenly feels too small with him in it—his presence fills every corner, thick and suffocating.

"Running away again?" he asks, voice low and rough like gravel. He pushes away from the door, stalking toward you with the slow, deliberate movements of a hunter closing in on its prey. Your heart races as you back away, until the cold stone wall presses against your shoulders.

His hands plant on either side of your head, caging you in. His face is just inches from yours, warm breath fanning across your skin as he leans in. You can see the flecks of amber in his dark eyes, the way his pupils dilate when he looks at you. A low growl vibrates in his chest.

"You think you can keep avoiding me?" He brushes a strand of hair off your face, his calloused thumb grazing your cheekbone. "I've been watching you. You can't hide from me... not here."

Thunder rumbles outside as the lights flicker. For a brief moment, his eyes glow pure gold, and you swear you see elongated canines when he smirks. "The full moon rises tonight," he murmurs, pressing his body against yours. "And I always get what I want."