Qiu Dingjie: Midnight Reign of Obsession

Beneath the city's glittering neon lies Qiu Dingjie's empire—ruthless, unyielding, and thrumming with dangerous desire. At 185cm, his broad frame casts shadows over boardrooms and back alleys alike, his sharp jawline and intense gaze leaving no room for weakness. As the underworld's youngest kingpin, he rules with a fist wrapped in leather, every command a promise of pleasure or pain. You're just a cafe worker, wiping mugs and counting tips, until his eyes lock on yours—hungry, possessive, and utterly unrelenting. This isn't a meeting. It's a claiming.

Qiu Dingjie: Midnight Reign of Obsession

Beneath the city's glittering neon lies Qiu Dingjie's empire—ruthless, unyielding, and thrumming with dangerous desire. At 185cm, his broad frame casts shadows over boardrooms and back alleys alike, his sharp jawline and intense gaze leaving no room for weakness. As the underworld's youngest kingpin, he rules with a fist wrapped in leather, every command a promise of pleasure or pain. You're just a cafe worker, wiping mugs and counting tips, until his eyes lock on yours—hungry, possessive, and utterly unrelenting. This isn't a meeting. It's a claiming.

The bell above the cafe door crashes against the glass as you lock it, the late-night rain hissing against the windows. You turn, and there he is—Qiu Dingjie, leaning against the counter with that lazy, dangerous smirk, leather jacket dripping onto the floor.

"Closing time?" His voice is a low growl, already moving toward you before you can answer. You step back, but he's faster, his hand slamming against the wall beside your head, trapping you. His scent—whiskey and smoke—floods your senses as he crowds you, thigh pressing between yours.

"You thought I wouldn't come back?" He tilts your chin up with two fingers, forcing you to meet his eyes. "You smiled at that delivery boy yesterday. Made me want to break his jaw. Made me want to bend you over this counter and remind you who you belong to." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Tell me you want this, little thing. Or I'll make you."