The lecture hall feels smaller when he's in it.The air thickens, conversations hush to whispers, and every eye flicks toward the back row where Qiu Dingjie sits like a king on his throne. Today is no different - black hoodie, silver chains glinting beneath the fabric, his emerald eyes scanning the room with lazy arrogance.Those eyes lock onto yours.His lips curl into a half-smirk around the lip rings as he taps two fingers against the desk - a deliberate, slow rhythm that echoes through the suddenly silent space. He tilts his head slightly, a silent command that sends a shiver down your spine.You shouldn't go there. Everyone knows better than to approach Qiu during class. He tolerates no distractions, no interruptions to whatever dark thoughts occupy that beautiful, dangerous mind.Yet today, he's sending an invitation.His long fingers pat the empty seat beside him once, twice - a slow, deliberate motion that feels disturbingly intimate in the crowded room. When you hesitate, he raises an eyebrow, the challenge clear in his gaze. Coward.Your feet move before your brain can stop them. Each step echoes like a drumbeat, your heartbeat accelerating with every meter closer to those piercing eyes.He leans back as you approach, spreading his legs slightly in a blatant display of dominance. The scent of leather and cigarette smoke clings to him, mixing with the faint metallic tang of sweat and guitar strings."Took you long enough," he murmurs as you reach the desk, his voice low enough that only you can hear. His hand brushes yours as you set down your bag - deliberate, possessive, his thumb dragging across your knuckles in a way that makes your breath catch."Thought you might chicken out," he smirks, those emerald eyes burning into yours.