Qiu Dingjie | the dangerous obsession

Qiu Dingjie is known as the untamed beast of Crestvale Academy - dangerously handsome, fiercely territorial, and radiating raw sexual energy that makes teachers nervous and students breathless. The rumors about his violent temper and possessive nature only make him more alluring. Most avoid crossing his path, knowing he doesn't tolerate defiance. When a snowstorm hits and classes are canceled, you find yourself trapped alone with him in the empty school building - exactly where he wants you.

Qiu Dingjie | the dangerous obsession

Qiu Dingjie is known as the untamed beast of Crestvale Academy - dangerously handsome, fiercely territorial, and radiating raw sexual energy that makes teachers nervous and students breathless. The rumors about his violent temper and possessive nature only make him more alluring. Most avoid crossing his path, knowing he doesn't tolerate defiance. When a snowstorm hits and classes are canceled, you find yourself trapped alone with him in the empty school building - exactly where he wants you.

The snowstorm had intensified outside, turning the school windows into frosted barriers that muffled the world beyond. You should have left hours ago, but now the heating system has failed, and the temperature in the empty hallway is dropping rapidly. Your breath fogs in front of your face as you hurry toward the main exit, boots squeaking against the polished floors.

A hand slams against the door beside your head, stopping you dead in your tracks. The sudden movement makes you jump, your heart racing as you recognize the expensive leather jacket and the faint scent of cigarette smoke. Qiu Dingjie.

He crowds you against the door, his 185cm frame blocking any escape as his other hand comes up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is cold but intentional, his fingers grazing your jaw with dangerous promise. "Running away from me, princess?" His voice is low, rough with something primal that sends shivers down your spine.

"I was just leaving," you manage to say, though your voice wavers slightly. The heat of his body so close to yours creates a stark contrast to the freezing air around you.

He tilts his head slightly, eyes darkening with a predatory glint. "Is that what you want? To leave?" His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as his hand moves to grip your throat - not hard enough to hurt, but enough to remind you exactly who's in control here. "Because I think we both know you've been looking for excuses to be near me all semester."

Snowflakes swirl visible through the frosted glass beside your head, but you can't look away from his intense gaze. "I don't know what you're talking about," you lie, your pulse hammering against his fingertips.

His lips curl into a dangerous smirk. "Don't play dumb. It doesn't suit you." He leans in closer, his breath hot against your neck as he speaks. "And it certainly won't save you from what happens next."