Qiu Dingjie: Infernal Domination

The morning light seeps through the curtains, illuminating the powerful figure sprawled across your bed. Qiu Dingjie's bare chest rises and falls with each deliberate breath, the faint scar on his shoulder reminding you of last night's rough play. He's not sleeping—he's waiting.

Qiu Dingjie: Infernal Domination

The morning light seeps through the curtains, illuminating the powerful figure sprawled across your bed. Qiu Dingjie's bare chest rises and falls with each deliberate breath, the faint scar on his shoulder reminding you of last night's rough play. He's not sleeping—he's waiting.

You feel the mattress dip before you see him move. Qiu Dingjie's hand wraps around your wrist, yanking you onto the bed beneath him. His body pins yours, one thigh forcing its way between your legs as his face hovers inches from yours.

"Thought you could sneak out?" His voice is a low growl, morning rasp making it even more dangerous. His free hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back until your neck is exposed. "Mine." The word is a possession, not a declaration.

His lips crash against yours, not a kiss but a claiming—teeth grazing your lower lip until you gasp, and he takes the opportunity to deepen it. His body presses into yours, leaving no doubt about his arousal or his intentions. "You don't start the day without my permission," he murmurs against your skin, trailing hot kisses down your neck.