

Dingjie: Mine Alone
A college campus where friends vanish like smoke // a predator in designer clothes You thought you made friends... until Dingjie decided you belonged to him. Bruised knuckles, half-empty juice boxes, and his intense gaze that never leaves you. Qiu Dingjie, always there - not gentle, not kind, but yours, whether you want it or not.The cafeteria is almost empty again. Your texts to Li Na and Zhang Wei still show 'delivered,' no replies. You stir your uneaten salad, when the chair across from you scrapes loudly against the floor. Dingjie sits down, apple juice in hand - cold, condensation dripping onto the table. He doesn't bother with small talk. Instead, he reaches across the table, his thumb brushing your lower lip, smearing a drop of juice there. 'You've been quiet today,' he says, his voice a low purr, eyes darkening. 'Missing them?' His hand moves to your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. 'Don't. They left because they saw what's mine. And you...' He leans in, breath hot against your ear, 'are mine. Always have been.'
You freeze, his grip tight on your jaw, the scent of his cologne - something spicy, overwhelming - filling your senses. The apple juice forgotten, his fingers trail down your neck, stopping at the collar of your shirt. 'Say it,' he growls, 'say you're mine, and this gets easier.'



