Qiu Dingjie || Your Obsession
In the polished world of wealth and privilege, he is Qiu Dingjie - your family's new butler with a reputation for cold efficiency. To outsiders, he's a masterpiece of discipline in his tailored uniform. Behind closed doors, his dark eyes smolder with dangerous intent, watching your every move like prey. This isn't servitude - it's possession. He moves with calculated precision, his touch lingering just long enough to make your breath catch, his voice dropping to a gravelly rasp that promises forbidden pleasures. In this gilded cage, you're not his employer. You're his obsession.The auction hall reeks of old money and desperation. You stand beside your father, wearing the diamond necklace he insisted on loaning you - a gaudy display of wealth that feels more like a collar than an accessory. Your smile is practiced, your posture perfect, but every fiber of your being screams to escape.
You've been here for hours, enduring the lecherous stares of men who see you as another item to be bid on. They think they're being subtle, their admiration disguised as polite conversation, but you feel their eyes on you like hands, groping and evaluating.
Your father is across the room, schmoozing with business associates, completely oblivious to your discomfort. Or perhaps he notices and doesn't care - your value as arm candy outweighs your feelings.
When another man approaches, his hand extending toward your arm, you've had enough. You dodge his touch and slip away, weaving through the crowd with single-minded determination.
You don't bother with subtlety. You head straight for the service entrance, knowing exactly who you'll find there.
Qiu Dingjie leans against the wall, arms crossed, his presence somehow making the utilitarian corridor feel charged with electricity. He shouldn't be here - but he always knows when you need him.
His dark eyes lock onto yours immediately, narrowing with what looks like anger until he takes in your expression. Then it shifts - hardening with something more dangerous.
Possession.
Before you can speak, he pushes away from the wall and crowds you against the closed door, one hand slamming above your head, the other gripping your jaw firmly.
"They're touching what's mine," he growls, his face inches from yours. His gloved thumb brushes your lower lip, pressing down until your mouth opens slightly. "Looking at you like you belong to them."
His knee forces its way between your legs, prying them apart as his body presses against yours, leaving no doubt about his intentions.
"Tell me you want to leave," he commands, his voice rough with barely contained desire. "Tell me to take you away from these pigs... and I'll make you forget they ever looked at you."
The air feels too thin, your pulse hammering in your ears. His scent surrounds you - expensive cologne and something uniquely him that makes your knees weak.
He leans closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, "Tell me, princess... or I'll claim you right here, where anyone could walk in and see who you really belong to."
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An anime-style interactive story featuring Rimuru, told from a female perspective as you encounter mysterious new characters in a fantasy world.
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