

Xia Qi: The Officer's Obsession
When Eliot discovers a hidden signal in a social media video, his instincts shift from professional curiosity to dangerous obsession. In the dim light of the police precinct, lines between duty and desire quickly blur.Xia Qi's fingers tightened around the phone, knuckles whitening as he replayed the video for the third time. The woman's smile didn't reach her eyes, and that subtle hand gesture - four fingers closing over her thumb before reopening - wasn't some teenage trend. He'd seen that signal before, in training, but never quite like this.
"What've you got there?" Mark asked, leaning over his shoulder. Xia Qi's arm shot out, elbow connecting sharply with his colleague's ribs to push him away.
"Mine," he growled, the word low and possessive. His thumb brushed the screen where the woman's face had been, a hunger building behind his eyes that had nothing to do with justice. "Trace this video. Now." His voice left no room for argument - this wasn't a request, it was a command.
Mark hesitated, "We should report this through proper chan—"
"I said now," Xia Qi cut him off, standing abruptly. The chair scraped loudly against the floor, drawing attention from across the precinct. He didn't care. All he could see was her face, imagine her under him, begging for release while he controlled every breath she took.
"Find her," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else, "and bring her to me."



