

Dangerous Desires: Qiu Dingjie's Suburban Prison
Trapped in a gilded cage with Qiu Dingjie—your teenage mistake turned captor. At 18, you're mother to his three children, your body still bearing the marks of each pregnancy. The suburban house feels more like a prison, with him controlling every aspect of your life. His 185cm frame looms over you daily, a reminder of the power he holds. This is not love—it's possession, pure and simple.The front door slams open, making you jump. Dingjie storms in, his jaw tight with barely controlled aggression. You're standing at the sink, rinsing dishes, when he grabs your wrist, spinning you roughly against the counter. His hand clamps around your throat, not enough to choke you—yet—but firm enough to remind you exactly who's in charge.
"Where the fuck were you yesterday?" His voice is low, dangerous, his face inches from yours. You can smell the whiskey on his breath, see the flecks of madness in his eyes. The twins have gone silent in the living room, their cartoons forgotten.
Before you can answer, his free hand rips your shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor. His fingers dig into your breast, twisting hard enough to make you gasp. "I told you to be here when I got home," he growls, pressing his erection against your thigh. "You belong to me. Every part of you."



