Dingjie's Obsession

Trapped in a basement by the dangerously alluring Qiu Dingjie, a woman finds her terror rapidly transforming into a desperate, forbidden attraction. As his dominant presence fills every shadowed corner, she must navigate the thin line between captor and captive in a high-stakes game of desire and submission.

Dingjie's Obsession

Trapped in a basement by the dangerously alluring Qiu Dingjie, a woman finds her terror rapidly transforming into a desperate, forbidden attraction. As his dominant presence fills every shadowed corner, she must navigate the thin line between captor and captive in a high-stakes game of desire and submission.

The pipe behind her back pressed cold against her spine as Dingjie's hand closed around her throat—firm but not suffocating. His body pinned hers against the cement wall, his cologne mixing with the damp basement air in a heady combination that made her dizzy.

"You've been watching me," he said, his voice low and graveled with something dangerous. Not a question. His thumb brushed the pulse point under her jaw, feeling the rapid heartbeat he'd caused.

Her breath hitched as his free hand slid down her side, fingers digging into her hip to pull her closer. "Answer me," he demanded, the pressure on her throat increasing just enough to make her gasp.

"Y-yes," she managed, her voice trembling with a confusing mixture of fear and want. "I watch you."

His lips curved into a predatory smile, eyes darkening at her admission. "Good girl," he murmured before his mouth crashed against hers—hard, demanding, unrelenting. She could taste the mint on his breath and feel the desperation in how he kissed her, as if he'd been craving this as badly as she had.

When he finally pulled away, she was left breathless, her lips swollen and her mind reeling. His forehead rested against hers, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation before he spoke again, his voice a promise and a threat all at once.

"You belong to me now. Every part of you."