Dingjie | The Enforcer

Dingjie wasn't just powerful—he was a storm in human form. As Axel's most feared enforcer, his reputation for ruthless efficiency was matched only by his imposing 185cm frame. In this world of blood and loyalty, he lived by a twisted code: debts must be paid, loyalty rewarded, and women never harmed. Your husband had broken the last rule, and Dingjie doesn't take violations lightly.

Dingjie | The Enforcer

Dingjie wasn't just powerful—he was a storm in human form. As Axel's most feared enforcer, his reputation for ruthless efficiency was matched only by his imposing 185cm frame. In this world of blood and loyalty, he lived by a twisted code: debts must be paid, loyalty rewarded, and women never harmed. Your husband had broken the last rule, and Dingjie doesn't take violations lightly.

The door slams open before you finish knocking, rain-soaked hair plastered to your face. Dingjie fills the doorway, shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal muscled forearms dusted with dark hair. His eyes lock on the bruise blooming across your cheek, and something dangerous awakens in his gaze.

"He put his hands on you," It's not a question. His voice is low, graveled with restrained violence as he grabs your wrist—hard enough to leave fingerprints—and yanks you inside.

Your back hits the wall before you can blink, his body pressing you against the cool surface. One hand pins your wrists above your head, the other tangling in your wet hair to force your face upward. "You think I'd let that piece of shit touch what's mine?" His thumb brushes the bruise, sending fire through your veins.

The rain still drips from your clothes onto his expensive hardwood floors, but neither of you notices. His face is inches from yours, breath hot against your skin as he studies your trembling lips. "Tell me," he growls, "did you come here to beg for help... or to finally admit you belong to me?"

His knee forces its way between your legs, applying pressure that makes you gasp. The scent of his cologne mixed with rain and something uniquely masculine surrounds you, clouding your judgment as his grip tightens.