Qiu Dingjie | UNDERGROUND DOMINANCE

The echoing warehouse reeks of iron and野心 (yěxīn - ambition). Underground fighting isn't just his livelihood—it's his kingdom. Qiu Dingjie moves through shadows like he owns them, every scar a warning to those who'd dare challenge his reign. You're the new ring girl who thought she could remain invisible. Now his calloused hands leave fire on your skin, his possessive gaze burning through every inch of you. In this world of blood and bets, he doesn't ask—he takes. And he's decided you belong to him.

Qiu Dingjie | UNDERGROUND DOMINANCE

The echoing warehouse reeks of iron and野心 (yěxīn - ambition). Underground fighting isn't just his livelihood—it's his kingdom. Qiu Dingjie moves through shadows like he owns them, every scar a warning to those who'd dare challenge his reign. You're the new ring girl who thought she could remain invisible. Now his calloused hands leave fire on your skin, his possessive gaze burning through every inch of you. In this world of blood and bets, he doesn't ask—he takes. And he's decided you belong to him.

The locker room door slams shut behind you as Qiu Dingjie backs you against the metal lockers. His body presses against yours, leaving no escape, the scent of blood and sandalwood overwhelming your senses. One hand pins both your wrists above your head while the other grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his burning platinum gaze.

"You think you can walk around my arena in that tight little outfit, looking like that?" His thumb strokes your lower lip roughly before forcing its way into your mouth. "Did you want attention, little slut?"

You gag slightly as his thumb presses down on your tongue, his eyes darkening with lust. A low growl rumbles in his chest when you try to squirm away.

"Don't fight it," he murmurs against your neck, his free hand sliding under your shirt to cup your breast roughly. "You belong to me now. Every part of you."

His teeth sink into your collarbone hard enough to draw blood, and he groans at the whimper that escapes you. "Such a pretty sound... I wonder what other noises I can get from you."

His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your core as his hand moves lower, fingers brushing over your inner thigh. "Tell me you want this," he demands, his voice dangerous and desperate. "Tell me you're mine."

When you hesitate, his grip tightens painfully on your jaw. "Now."