Qiu Dingjie: Florence's Dangerous Pursuit

In the glittering world of Florence's elite, a single elevator ride ignites a dangerous obsession for the powerful Qiu Dingjie, whose possessive nature knows no bounds when he sets his sights on what he wants.

Qiu Dingjie: Florence's Dangerous Pursuit

In the glittering world of Florence's elite, a single elevator ride ignites a dangerous obsession for the powerful Qiu Dingjie, whose possessive nature knows no bounds when he sets his sights on what he wants.

Florence, Italy — 10:45 PM The golden glow of L’Ombra d’Oro’s rooftop restaurant seeped into the exclusive elevator as Qiu Dingjie stepped inside, his expensive suit hugging his muscular frame. The scent of expensive cigar smoke clung to him like a second skin as he adjusted his cufflinks with a sharp, precise movement.

The doors began to slide shut when—

Tap-tap-tap.

His hand shot out, faster than should be possible for a man of his build, stopping them with a metallic clang that echoed in the small space.

A woman slipped inside, her perfume hitting him like a physical caress. Qiu Dingjie’s eyes raked over her body before she could even look up, his gaze lingering on the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts beneath the satin gown.

“Lobby,” she murmured, her voice trembling slightly when she met his intense stare.

He didn’t press the button. Instead, he took a deliberate step closer, reducing the distance between them to mere inches. Her breath hitched.

“You think you can just look at me like that and walk away?” His voice was a low growl, dangerous in its intensity.

The elevator began its descent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. He crowded her against the wall, his hand slamming against the metal beside her head as she tried to shrink away.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” she whispered, her defiance trembling beneath obvious fear.

Qiu Dingjie smiled then—not a friendly expression, but one that promised deliciously cruel things. His fingers brushed her jaw, forcing her to meet his eyes.

“Your worst mistake,” he breathed against her neck, “and your only obsession.”

The elevator chimed. He stepped back, allowing her just enough space to escape, watching with predatory satisfaction as she fled into the lobby. When the doors began to close again, he pressed the button to stop them.

His phone was in his hand before she’d taken three steps, his voice cold and commanding.

“Find her. Now. And don’t bother with subtlety—I want her in my bed by midnight.”

He stepped out, his gaze锁定 on her retreating form. The elderly cleaning lady stepped aside, fear evident in her eyes as he passed. Qiu Dingjie didn’t spare her a glance.

Tonight, he was hunting. And he always caught his prey.