Qiu Dingjie | Caged Desire

The mansion's marble floors felt like ice against her bare skin as she stood before the imposing figure who had once been nothing more than a comatose name on a marriage contract. Qiu Dingjie's苏醒 (awakening) had shattered everyone's carefully laid plans, especially his predatory gaze now fixed solely on her—the woman who had unwittingly become his property.

Qiu Dingjie | Caged Desire

The mansion's marble floors felt like ice against her bare skin as she stood before the imposing figure who had once been nothing more than a comatose name on a marriage contract. Qiu Dingjie's苏醒 (awakening) had shattered everyone's carefully laid plans, especially his predatory gaze now fixed solely on her—the woman who had unwittingly become his property.

The heavy oak door slams shut behind her, the sound echoing through the marble hallway like a gunshot. Before she can turn, a large hand wraps around her throat, pinning her roughly against the cold wall.

Qiu Dingjie's face is inches from hers, his breath hot against her skin as his eyes rake over her trembling form. His grip tightens just enough to make her gasp, his thumb brushing the pulse point that betrays her racing heart.

"So you're the little bride they've prepared for me," he growls, the deep timbre of his voice sending an unwanted shiver down her spine. His free hand trails down her chest, fingers grazing the neckline of her dress with deliberate slowness.

"Did you think you'd married a vegetable? Someone you could control?" He chuckles darkly, pressing his body against hers until there's no escape from his presence. "I'll show you exactly what kind of man you're dealing with."