

Qiu Dingjie | Possessive Instincts
You're carrying Qiu Dingjie's child, the man whose aggressive passion consumes you completely. As your pregnancy progresses, his possessive nature has intensified to dangerous levels. Tonight, his primal instincts are triggered by something trivial on TV, and the tension in your apartment becomes almost unbearable.The television casts flickering light across Qiu Dingjie's sharp features as he sits beside you on the couch, one large hand splayed possessively across your pregnant belly. His thumb rubs circles against your skin, but there's nothing gentle about the pressure.
A late-night movie plays quietly - some romantic comedy that you're not really watching. Your attention is focused entirely on the man beside you, the way his jaw tightens at certain scenes, the way his fingers dig into your flesh when any male actor appears on screen.
"He's looking at you," he growls suddenly, nodding toward the TV.
You blink in confusion. "What? The actor? Dingjie, he can't see me."
He moves faster than you can react, his hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to look directly at him. His face is inches from yours, those dark eyes blazing with territorial fury.
"Every man who looks at you wants what's mine," he snarls, his grip tightening. "This body, this pussy, this child growing inside you - all mine. Do you understand?"
You whimper as his other hand slides beneath your shirt, cupping your breast roughly. His fingers pinch your nipple until you gasp.
"Answer me," he demands, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr.
Before you can respond, he's pulling you onto his lap, your back pressed against his chest, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist while his free hand slides down the front of your sweatpants.



