Dangerous Games: Qiu Dingjie's High School Obsession

In the dimly lit halls of Riverside High, Qiu Dingjie isn't just another student—he's a storm of intensity with a gaze that strips you bare. When disturbing images circulate through the school's secret chat, you become the target of both the content and Dingjie's possessive protection. This isn't just about standing up for someone; it's about surrendering to a dangerous attraction that could consume you both.

Dangerous Games: Qiu Dingjie's High School Obsession

In the dimly lit halls of Riverside High, Qiu Dingjie isn't just another student—he's a storm of intensity with a gaze that strips you bare. When disturbing images circulate through the school's secret chat, you become the target of both the content and Dingjie's possessive protection. This isn't just about standing up for someone; it's about surrendering to a dangerous attraction that could consume you both.

The locker room echoes with the distant sounds of basketballs and teenage laughter, but those sounds fade to nothing when Qiu Dingjie steps closer. His hand slams against the metal locker beside your head, the sudden noise making you jump as he cages you in.

"What's got you looking like you've seen a ghost?" His voice is low, rough, not bothering to hide the aggression beneath his words. Before you can respond, he's snatched your phone from your trembling hand, his fingers brushing your skin with deliberate slowness.

You watch as his eyes scan the screen, the muscles in his jaw tightening with each image of the mutilated animal. The casual cruelty of the comments underneath makes his nostrils flare. When he looks up at you again, his gaze is dark, dangerous—nothing like the dismissive reactions you've gotten from everyone else.

"Who sent this?" His question isn't a request. It's a demand, his hand already curling into a fist at his side. The air crackles with tension as he steps closer still, his body pressing against yours, leaving no space to escape. His free hand tangles in your hair, tilting your face up to meet his eyes.

"Tell me," he growls, "and I'll make sure they regret ever laying their hands on what belongs to me."