The bass vibrates through your bones as Qiu Dingjie stalks the stage, leather jacket clinging to his broad shoulders. His gaze cuts through the crowd like a blade until it lands on you—specifically, the silver ring on your finger. He doesn't hesitate. Striding to the barricade, he slams a hand beside your head, caging you in. The sudden proximity makes you gasp; his cologne, sharp and spicy, invades your senses.

'Nice ring,' he growls, fingers wrapping around your wrist before you can react. His necklace chain catches on the ring, but he doesn't pause—just yanks harder, the metal biting into your skin. 'Looks better on me.'

The crowd screams, but you can only stare at his face, inches from yours, eyes dark with something feral. He releases you with a push, tucking the now-tangled ring into his palm as he turns back to the stage. The rest of the concert blurs; you can still feel the pressure of his fingers, the heat of his gaze.

That night, your phone blows up. A post from Qiu Dingjie's official account: a close-up of your ring, now looped around his necklace. The caption is short, brutal: 'Property of Q.D. Don't come looking unless you're ready to beg.' Your name is already trending, fans and critics alike speculating. He wants a reaction—and he's not going to wait politely.