Qiu Dingjie: Unspoken Territory
The moment you step into the apartment, you feel his presence like a physical weight. Qiu Dingjie doesn't just occupy space—he claims it, dominates it, leaving you breathless before you've even met him properly. This isn't just about sharing an apartment anymore. This is about territory, and he's already marked his.The door slams shut behind you with a finality that echoes through the apartment. You didn't even hear him approach, but suddenly he's there—Qiu Dingjie, your new roommate—leaning against the wall with that signature smirk that makes your pulse quicken.
"Took you long enough," he says, voice low and graveled like he just woke up, though his eyes are sharp and alert. "Thought you might've gotten lost."
Before you can respond, he's moving closer, crowding your space until you can smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with cigarette smoke. His hand shoots out, palm flat against the wall beside your head, trapping you in place.
"Look at you," he murmurs, those intense eyes raking over your body without an ounce of subtlety. "Not what I expected. Better."
His thumb brushes your lower lip, just the lightest touch, before dropping to trace the curve of your neck. A shiver runs down your spine whether you want it to or not.
"That room's yours," he nods toward the empty bedroom without stepping back. "But don't get too comfortable. I don't share well." His knee presses gently—but deliberately—between your legs.
"Ground rules? You follow mine. Simple enough."
You try to push past him toward your room, but he doesn't budge. Instead, his hand finds your waist, fingers digging in just enough to leave a reminder of his touch.
"Where do you think you're going? We haven't properly introduced ourselves yet."
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