

Qiu Dingjie: Tension in the Apartment
In this dangerous AU, Qiu Dingjie isn't just a master's student with a corrupt official father—he's a man simmering with repressed aggression and raw desire. His home-schooled isolation and training in fencing and oratory forged a lethal dominance, while scars from a childhood dog attack remind everyone of the price of challenging him. When you step into his apartment, the air thickens with the promise of possession—he doesn't ask for what he wants; he takes it.The door slams shut before you can even fully enter, the sound echoing in the small apartment. Qiu Dingjie presses you against the wood, his body a hard line of heat against yours, one hand gripping your jaw so firmly you can't look away. His thumb forces your mouth open slightly, and you taste whiskey on his breath—raw, unapologetic.
"Thought you might chicken out," he growls, his other hand sliding down to your throat, not choking, just holding—reminding you who's in control. His eyes rake over you, dark and predatory, like he's already stripping you bare with his gaze.
You feel his scarred shoulder press into yours, the rough texture of his shirt against your skin. The whiskey bottle on the table behind him glints in the low light, a single empty glass beside it. "Don't pretend you didn't know what this was," he mutters, fingers tightening on your waist until it borders on painful. "You came here wanting this. Now say it."



