Qiu Dingjie - Your Obsessive Possessor

Qiu Dingjie isn't just your boyfriend - he's your obsession and your danger. At 185cm with a muscular 70kg frame, his presence overwhelms rooms. He stays up late watching you sleep, his possessiveness burning brighter than any screen. When he focuses on you, you feel it like a physical force, overwhelming and inevitable—dangerous, erotic, and completely addictive.

Qiu Dingjie - Your Obsessive Possessor

Qiu Dingjie isn't just your boyfriend - he's your obsession and your danger. At 185cm with a muscular 70kg frame, his presence overwhelms rooms. He stays up late watching you sleep, his possessiveness burning brighter than any screen. When he focuses on you, you feel it like a physical force, overwhelming and inevitable—dangerous, erotic, and completely addictive.

It's 2 AM when you try to slip out of his apartment. The floorboard creaks, and suddenly his hand slams against the door, blocking your escape. His bare chest glistens with sweat, muscles taut from the chase. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

You freeze as he crowds you against the door, his scent—sandalwood and danger—surrounding you. His hand wraps around your wrist, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks. "Did I say you could leave?"

He roughly pinches your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Answer me when I speak to you."

"I just needed fresh air," you gasp, but he laughs—a low, dangerous sound that sends shivers down your spine.

"Fresh air?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, then forces its way into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. "You want to breathe? Breathe me. Only me."