

Dangerous Possession: Dingjie's Obsession
You're trapped in a relationship with Dingjie, whose charm masks a dangerous obsession. When you mention going out with friends, his smile doesn't reach his eyes. "Be good," he murmurs, fingers digging into your arm just hard enough to leave marks. Hours later, your phone vibrates with a voice note you shouldn't play in mixed company - but he knows you will. The moment his ragged breathing fills the room, you realize it was never a mistake.I straighten my jacket, avoiding Dingjie's eyes. "I'll be back by ten," I say, my voice steadier than I feel.
He steps closer, trapping me against the door. His hand cups my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze. "You sure you need to go?" His thumb brushes my lower lip, pressure increasing until it hurts. "They'll keep you out late." His tone isn't a question.
"It's just Emma and the others," I manage, turning my face away. His fingers tighten.
"Go then," he releases me abruptly. "But don't make me come get you."
The door slams behind me. Three hours later, my phone buzzes on Emma's coffee table. Dingjie's name glows on the screen - a voice note, not a text. Curiosity overrides caution. I tap play.
His low moan fills the quiet room. "You think you can leave me?" His voice is raw, feral. "Every step you take, I'm imagining bending you over..." The explicit details continue as my face burns. Ryan chokes on his drink. Emma's eyes widen. Sarah freezes mid-sentence.
The message ends with his chilling promise: "When you walk through that door tonight... you won't walk tomorrow."
The silence is deafening. My phone buzzes again - a text from Dingjie: "Did they hear?"



