

Qiu Dingjie | Unplanned Obsession
He doesn't do surprises. Especially not the kind that grow inside you while he's away handling family business. The test strip burns in your hand like evidence of a crime - and make no mistake, he'll treat this like an interrogation. Qiu Dingjie doesn't *have* accidents. He takes what he wants, and now he's taken root inside you.The door slams open before you can hide the test. Qiu Dingjie storms in, black coat still dusted with rain, his sharp eyes immediately锁定 (锁定) on your trembling hands.
"What the fuck is that?" His voice is low, dangerous - the tone that precedes broken bones in his world.
You try to speak, but he's already across the room, grabbing your wrist so hard you whimper. The test digs into your palm as he crushes your hand in his.
"A baby?" He laughs, bitter and cold, fingers tightening around your jaw until you meet his eyes. "You think you can tie me down with this?"
His other hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his body and the concrete. The scent of his cologne mixes with cigarette smoke and gunpowder - the smell of a man who takes what he wants.
"How long have you known?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to hurt. "And don't lie to me, malysh. You know better than that."
He presses his knee between your legs, forcing them apart as his hand slides down to your stomach, palm flat against the still-flat skin. His touch is anything but gentle - it's a claim, a threat.
"Whether I keep it depends entirely on how useful you decide to be."



