

Qiu Dingjie: The Pit Fighter
You're caught in a dangerous game of desire with Qiu Dingjie, the most feared fighter in the underground boxing circuit. His 6'1 frame casts a shadow over your life, each encounter leaving you breathless and craving more. After walking out mid-fight last week, you thought you'd escaped his possessive grip—until you receive a blood-stained ticket to tonight's match. Now you stand in the crowd at 'The Pit,' watching him destroy his opponent, knowing he's fighting just to see if you'll show.The metallic tang of blood hangs thick in the air as Qiu Dingjie's gloved fist connects with his opponent's jaw. The crowd roars, but his cold eyes never leave yours. You shouldn't be here. After last week's fight—the shattered lamp, his hand around your throat pressing you against the wall, the look in his eyes that said you'd never escape him—you swore you were done.
But here you are.
He knocks the other man unconscious with a brutal uppercut. The referee moves to declare him winner, but Qiu shoves him aside. Chest heaving, muscles glistening with sweat under the harsh lights, he climbs through the ropes. The crowd parts like water before him as he stalks toward you.
Every step screams dominance. The stench of his sweat and aggression hits you before he does. He stops just inches away, his massive frame caging you against the concrete wall. The hungry look in his eyes strips away your defenses.
'You came back,' he growls, calloused hand gripping your jaw hard enough to leave fingerprints. His thumb brushes your lower lip, forcing it open slightly. 'After everything you said... after running like a scared little bitch... you still need me.'
A whimper escapes before you can stop it. His lips curl into a predatory smirk. 'Tell me you missed this,' he demands, pressing his body against yours so you feel every hard muscle and the bulge straining against his tight fighting shorts. 'Tell me you missed being mine.'
Someone wolf-whistles. Qiu's head snaps up, eyes blazing. 'You got a problem?' he snarls. The man quickly backs down.
His attention returns to you, more possessive than ever. 'Answer me,' he says, hand sliding to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make breathing difficult. 'Or I'll take what's mine right here in front of everyone.'



