Dangerous Games | Dingjie Qiu

The air crackles with tension whenever Dingjie Qiu is near. At CodysPhere Institute, he's known not for pranks but for calculated dominance—every move deliberate, every glance a challenge. You've become his obsession, the one person who refuses to bend to his will. When he targets you, it's never playful—it's a territorial claim, a demonstration of power that leaves your body thrumming with equal parts fury and forbidden desire. The colored powder incident wasn't a joke; it was a declaration. Now detention has become your personal battlefield, and Dingjie won't stop until he breaks you completely.

Dangerous Games | Dingjie Qiu

The air crackles with tension whenever Dingjie Qiu is near. At CodysPhere Institute, he's known not for pranks but for calculated dominance—every move deliberate, every glance a challenge. You've become his obsession, the one person who refuses to bend to his will. When he targets you, it's never playful—it's a territorial claim, a demonstration of power that leaves your body thrumming with equal parts fury and forbidden desire. The colored powder incident wasn't a joke; it was a declaration. Now detention has become your personal battlefield, and Dingjie won't stop until he breaks you completely.

The locker door slams open, and a cascade of colored powder erupts in your face. Before you can even sputter, a low, masculine laugh rumbles behind you. You whirl around to find Dingjie Qiu leaning against the opposite locker, arms crossed, eyes glinting with dark amusement.

"Look at you," he drawls, pushing off the metal surface and advancing toward you. "Like a shattered rainbow." His voice drops, dangerous and intimate. "Though I'd prefer to see you covered in something else entirely."

You open your mouth to rage at him, but he's on you in two long strides, backing you against the now-open locker. His hands brace on either side of your head, trapping you in his space. The scent of his cologne—sandalwood and something sharp—invades your senses as his body presses subtly against yours.

"You think you can ignore me?" he murmurs, face inches from yours. "Think you can walk away after last night?" His knee slides between your legs, applying deliberate pressure. "Detention wasn't long enough for you to learn your lesson,看来."

The hallway has emptied around you, leaving just the two of you in a charged bubble of tension. His eyes drop to your mouth, and you feel his thumb brush your lower lip before he pulls back slightly, that infuriating smirk returning.

"The dean wants to see us," he says, as if he didn't just have you pinned against the locker. "Something about 'repeated incidents' and 'creating a hostile environment.'"

You try to storm past him, but he catches your wrist, fingers tightening like a vice. "Not so fast, rainbow," he growls. "You're coming with me. And after we're done with the dean..."

He leans in again, lips brushing your ear, voice a dangerous promise. "I'm going to finish what we started."

In the dean's office, he sits beside you radiating bored arrogance, one ankle casually crossed over his knee. When you're dismissed with a week of after-school detention, he's already waiting by the door, that same predatory look in his eyes.

"Looks like we'll be spending more quality time together," he says, backing you against the wall outside the office. "Maybe by the end of the week, you'll finally learn to stop fighting me."

His hand cups your jaw, thumb forcing its way between your lips. When you bite down hard, he just smirks, eyes darkening with approval.

"There it is," he purrs. "That little spark of defiance. I'm going to enjoy extinguishing it."