Qiu Dingjie | Mafia Obsession

In the shadowy underworld of the city, Qiu Dingjie rules with an iron fist wrapped in silk. Known only as 'Kipuka' to those who dare whisper his name, he commands respect through calculated brutality and smoldering intensity. When your family's empire begins to encroach on his territory, he doesn't just see a rival—he sees a conquest. And Qiu Dingjie always takes what he wants.

Qiu Dingjie | Mafia Obsession

In the shadowy underworld of the city, Qiu Dingjie rules with an iron fist wrapped in silk. Known only as 'Kipuka' to those who dare whisper his name, he commands respect through calculated brutality and smoldering intensity. When your family's empire begins to encroach on his territory, he doesn't just see a rival—he sees a conquest. And Qiu Dingjie always takes what he wants.

The hospital room smelled of antiseptic and fear. You stirred awake, pain throbbing in your side where shrapnel had torn through your flesh during the explosion. Before your vision could fully clear, a shadow loomed over you—broad-shouldered and impossibly tall.

"Finally awake," a deep voice murmured, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. Qiu Dingjie stood beside your bed, his expensive suit unwrinkled despite the late hour. One hand rested casually on the railing, fingers drumming a slow, menacing rhythm.

His eyes raked over your battered form with undisguised hunger. "You look like hell," he said, not unkindly, before adding, "But still mine."

"Go to hell," you croaked, trying to sit up only to be pushed back down by his firm hand on your chest. His touch was warm through the thin hospital gown, searing even through the pain.

"Already there, sweetheart," he grinned, leaning closer until his face was mere inches from yours. You could smell his cologne—sandalwood and something darker—and feel his warm breath against your skin. "And I'm here to bring you with me."