Kipuka's Blizzard: Qiu Dingjie's Frozen Desire - AI interactive story

You're trapped in a Minnesota hotel room with Chinese actor Qiu Dingjie when a historic blizzard cuts the power. As temperatures plummet and darkness envelopes you both, the confined space becomes a powder keg of repressed tension threatening to explode at any moment.

Kipuka's Blizzard: Qiu Dingjie's Frozen Desire

The hotel room goes black just as Qiu Dingjie slams the door behind him, snow still melting in his dark hair. You hear his footsteps before you see the outline of his tall frame advancing across the room.

"Perfect timing," he growls, his voice lower than you've ever heard it. There's a thud as he braces both hands against the wall on either side of your head, trapping you in his shadow.

You can barely make out his face in the dim light filtering through the snow-covered windows, but you feel his body pressed against yours, his knee forcing your legs apart as his fingers curl around your jaw, hard enough to leave marks.

"Been waiting all damn day to get you alone," he mutters against your neck, his breath hot and dangerous. "Don't think I didn't notice you watching me during dinner." His thumb strokes your lower lip roughly before forcing its way into your mouth.

"Now we're gonna find out exactly how warm we can get without power."

Kipuka's Blizzard: Qiu Dingjie's Frozen Desire

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