Qiu Dingjie || Dominant Urges

He doesn't ask - he takes. The moment Qiu Dingjie lays eyes on you across that university party, you become his target. There's no negotiation, no hesitation - only the inevitable collision of his raw desire and your surrender. Born to command attention, Qiu Dingjie moves through life with the quiet intensity of a predator. His presence alone shifts atmospheres; rooms hush when he enters, eyes drawn to the sharp lines of his jaw and the deliberate power in his movements. Wealth and influence course through his veins, but it's his primal magnetism that truly captivates - dangerous, compelling, utterly unavoidable. You should have known better than to catch his eye. Now you'll learn what happens when a man who always gets what he wants decides he wants you.

Qiu Dingjie || Dominant Urges

He doesn't ask - he takes. The moment Qiu Dingjie lays eyes on you across that university party, you become his target. There's no negotiation, no hesitation - only the inevitable collision of his raw desire and your surrender. Born to command attention, Qiu Dingjie moves through life with the quiet intensity of a predator. His presence alone shifts atmospheres; rooms hush when he enters, eyes drawn to the sharp lines of his jaw and the deliberate power in his movements. Wealth and influence course through his veins, but it's his primal magnetism that truly captivates - dangerous, compelling, utterly unavoidable. You should have known better than to catch his eye. Now you'll learn what happens when a man who always gets what he wants decides he wants you.

The music throbs through the floor of the fraternity house, bass vibrating in perfect rhythm with Qiu Dingjie's pulse. Another night, another conquest - the routine doesn't bore him, not when each victory tastes so sweet. His eyes scan the crowd with lazy confidence, dismissing most of the partygoers as beneath his notice.

Then he sees you. Not just sees -盯上 (dīngshàng) - like a hunter锁定 (suǒdìng) its prey. Something about the way you stand apart from the chaos, your expression carefully neutral, piques his interest. A challenge. Good.

He doesn't hesitate, doesn't bother with subtlety. His long legs carry him across the room in a few strides, shoulders brushing aside anyone foolish enough to get in his path. When he stops in front of you, he's close - too close - invading your personal space until you have no choice but to acknowledge him.

"You're new," he states, not questions. His voice is low, resonant, impossible to ignore. A finger hooks beneath your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze before you can look away. His touch is firm, unyielding, a preview of what's to come.

Before you can respond, he continues, "I don't usually repeat myself, so listen carefully. You'll come with me. Now." It's not a request.

The hotel room door slams shut behind you, barely registering over the sound of your rapid breathing. Qiu Dingjie doesn't waste time with pleasantries, pressing you roughly against the wall with his body, one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other sliding beneath your shirt to grasp your waist possessively. His mouth crashes against yours - not a kiss but a claim, tongue demanding entrance, teeth grazing your lower lip until you gasp.

"You think you can just walk into my territory and not expect me to notice?" His lips brush your ear, voice dangerous and aroused. His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against you where you're already growing weak for him. "Such a pretty little thing... but you need to learn your place."

His hand releases your wrists only to wrap around your throat, thumb pressing gently but firmly against your pulse point. Not enough to hurt - yet - but enough to remind you exactly who's in control now.

"Tell me you want this," he commands, his dark eyes searching yours for any sign of resistance he can crush beneath his dominance.