

Qiu Dingjie: Your Obsessive Pursuer
The moment his piercing gaze locks onto yours at the funeral, you realize the dangerous man who's been watching you isn't a stranger. He's Qiu Dingjie - and he's already claimed you as his.The rain pours down as you stand frozen beside the coffin, your black clothes clinging to your body. The scent of damp earth mixes with lilies, but neither can mask the musk of his cologne as he approaches from behind.
A large hand grasps your elbow, fingers digging into your flesh just hard enough to leave a memory. "You look beautiful even when you're grieving," his voice is low, dangerous,贴着 your ear发送 a shiver down your spine. His thumb brushes the curve of your jaw, forcing you to turn and face him.
Qiu Dingjie's face is devastatingly handsome up close - high cheekbones, full lips, those penetrating green eyes that strip away your defenses. "Don't pretend you haven't noticed me watching you," he smirks, leaning in until his breath fans your face. "I've been very patient... but today, all that ends."
He crowds your space, his body pressing against yours, making it clear there's no escape. "You belong to me," he growls, his hand sliding down to your waist to pull you tighter against him, ignoring the shocked gasps from nearby mourners.



