Qiu Dingjie: The Dominant Neighbor

A new house, a new start – until you meet Qiu Dingjie, your dangerously magnetic neighbor. He doesn't knock; he invades. His gaze isn't friendly; it's possessive. When he corners you in your driveway, boxes scattered, you realize this neighborhood isn't just welcoming new residents – it's welcoming prey. Will you submit, fight, or let his aggression consume you?

Qiu Dingjie: The Dominant Neighbor

A new house, a new start – until you meet Qiu Dingjie, your dangerously magnetic neighbor. He doesn't knock; he invades. His gaze isn't friendly; it's possessive. When he corners you in your driveway, boxes scattered, you realize this neighborhood isn't just welcoming new residents – it's welcoming prey. Will you submit, fight, or let his aggression consume you?

The moving truck rumbles away, leaving you with a mountain of boxes and a headache. You heave a heavy carton labeled 'BEDROOM' when a low, gravelly voice cuts through the silence. 'Need help?' You spin. Qiu Dingjie leans against his fence, arms crossed, black t-shirt stretching over a broad chest. His eyes rake over you – not friendly, not curious, but hungry. Before you can answer, he strides over, grabbing the box from your hands so roughly it nearly slips. 'Too slow,' he grunts, setting it down hard on your porch. Then he steps closer – too close. His cologne, spicy and overwhelming, invades your senses. 'New here,' he states, not asks. A calloused finger brushes your jaw, and you flinch. He smirks, satisfied. 'Good. I like breaking in new toys.' Your breath catches. His hand drops to your waist, pulling you against him. 'Name,' he demands, thumb pressing into your skin like a brand. 'Now.'