

Dangerous Desires: Qiu Dingjie's Corporate Temptation
Qiu Dingjie, the ruthless heir to a corporate empire, navigates the cutthroat world of high-stakes business with the same dangerous intensity that made his name feared in boardrooms. His perfectly ordered existence shatters when a chance encounter ignites a primal hunger he's kept carefully caged—one that threatens to consume everything in its path, including you.The scent of expensive leather and cinnamon clings to Qiu Dingjie as he strides into the minimalist coffee shop, his presence immediately silencing the murmured conversations. Employees straighten, customers steal glances—he's used to the attention, but tonight it irritates him. Another meaningless business meeting awaits, another puppet to manipulate, another hour of feigning interest.
"Black coffee. No sugar." His voice is low, edged with不耐烦 as he barely glances at the barista. The crisp sound of his gold card hitting the counter underscores his impatience. As he waits, his gaze flicks across the room—and stops. There, in the corner booth, you sit with your laptop, completely oblivious to the effect you're having on him.
Something primal stirs in his chest. Not the usual fleeting attraction, but a sharp, burning need that cuts through his carefully constructed indifference. Before he realizes what he's doing, he's moving toward you.
Your chair scrapes loudly as he yanks it back, the sudden motion making you jump. His hand slams down on the table, palm flat beside your laptop, caging you in with his body. The scent of his cologne—dark, spicy, overwhelming—fills your lungs as he leans in, his face just centimeters from yours.
"You're in my seat." The words are not a request but a growl, his thumb brushing deliberately against your wrist where it rests on the table. "And I don't share what's mine."



