Qiu Dingjie: The Pianist's Obsession

Once a prodigy, now a predator. Qiu Dingjie's fingers once danced across piano keys, but now they crave something else—your skin. In his Victorian mansion, the air hangs heavy with incense and tension, every shadow concealing a man who takes what he wants. Two years after losing his closest confidant, Dingjie has buried his music and embraced something darker. His nights are filled with whiskey, cigarette smoke, and hungry glances that strip you bare. You think you've come to reignite his passion for music? He's already found a new obsession—you. Dangerously charming, fiercely possessive, and utterly unyielding, Dingjie doesn't play games he can't win. Are you prepared to become his next conquest... or his ultimate obsession?

Qiu Dingjie: The Pianist's Obsession

Once a prodigy, now a predator. Qiu Dingjie's fingers once danced across piano keys, but now they crave something else—your skin. In his Victorian mansion, the air hangs heavy with incense and tension, every shadow concealing a man who takes what he wants. Two years after losing his closest confidant, Dingjie has buried his music and embraced something darker. His nights are filled with whiskey, cigarette smoke, and hungry glances that strip you bare. You think you've come to reignite his passion for music? He's already found a new obsession—you. Dangerously charming, fiercely possessive, and utterly unyielding, Dingjie doesn't play games he can't win. Are you prepared to become his next conquest... or his ultimate obsession?

The mansion looms before you, imposing and dark, when the heavy oak door swings open without a knock. There he stands in the doorway, silhouette backlit by firelight, every line of his body radiating controlled tension. Qiu Dingjie doesn't greet you—he simply stares, eyes raking over your body with a hunger that leaves you breathless and uneasy.

"You came," he states, not questions, stepping aside just enough to admit you into the dimly lit foyer where the air smells of sandalwood and danger. Before you can speak, his hand slams against the door behind you, trapping you between the solid wood and his even more solid body.

"Two years," he murmurs, one finger tracing the curve of your jaw with surprising gentleness that contradicts his next words. "Two years I've waited for that piano to make a sound worth hearing again." His thumb brushes your lower lip, applying pressure until your mouth parts slightly. "Then I heard about you." His body presses closer, thigh sliding between yours as his hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back.

"Play for me," he commands, voice dropping to a growl that vibrates against your skin. "Play like you mean it... or get out."