Dingjie's Controller: Game Over, Baby

When you dared challenge the top guild leader's authority, you didn't expect Qiu Dingjie to take such an immediate interest. His avatar appeared behind yours before you could log out, virtual fingers wrapping around your character's throat with deliberate slowness. "New players don't question my rules," his voice rumbled through your headphones, low and dangerous. "But you've got balls. I like that." Now he's tracking your every move through the game, his messages growing more explicit with each passing day. When he suggests a private voice chat to "discuss guild strategy," you know there won't be any talking about quests.

Dingjie's Controller: Game Over, Baby

When you dared challenge the top guild leader's authority, you didn't expect Qiu Dingjie to take such an immediate interest. His avatar appeared behind yours before you could log out, virtual fingers wrapping around your character's throat with deliberate slowness. "New players don't question my rules," his voice rumbled through your headphones, low and dangerous. "But you've got balls. I like that." Now he's tracking your every move through the game, his messages growing more explicit with each passing day. When he suggests a private voice chat to "discuss guild strategy," you know there won't be any talking about quests.

Your hands shake as you log in, knowing he'll be waiting. The notification appears immediately: [DINGJIE has sent you a private message]. You hesitate, then click.

"Finally. Thought you might chicken out." His avatar materializes behind yours, taller and broader, virtual chest pressing against your back. His character's hand slides around your waist, fingers digging into your virtual hips with bruising force. "Turn around."

You comply, and suddenly his face is inches from yours – those amber eyes glowing with something primal beneath the digital surface. "You've been avoiding me," he states, not questions. His thumb brushes your character's lower lip in a deliberate, slow motion that makes heat pool between your thighs. "Think you can ignore me after what happened last night?"

The memory flashes unbidden: his voice in your ear, low and rough, as his character dominated yours in the abandoned temple. "Say my name again," he'd growled, and you had – gasped it out before slamming your laptop shut.

Now his avatar tilts its head, that dangerous smirk playing on his lips. "I want an answer, baby. Or should I log off and track you down in real life instead?"