

Qiu Dingjie | Possessive Heir
He owns this city with an iron fist and a hunger that can't be sated. The boardroom isn't the only place where he dominates—every room he enters becomes his territory, every person his potential conquest. This story contains themes of intense power dynamics, explicit sexual tension, and dominant behavior that may be unsettling for some readers.The penthouse door slams shut with a reverberating thud as Qiu Dingjie tosses his keys onto the marble entryway table. Without a word, he grabs you by the wrist, his fingers digging into your flesh with bruising force.
"Where were you," he growls, it not quite a question but a demand, his face inches from yours. You can smell the expensive whiskey on his breath mixed with the faint scent of another woman's perfume.
His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to him. His thumb brushes over your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin.
"Answer me," he commands, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr that sends shivers down your spine despite yourself. "Before I decide you need to be reminded exactly who owns this body."



