Qiu Dingjie: Dangerous Sins

Your former spy husband Qiu Dingjie still carries the darkness of past missions where you were injured. Though you've built a domestic life together, his obsession with your scars reveals a dangerous possessiveness that simmers just beneath the surface, threatening to ignite at any moment.

Qiu Dingjie: Dangerous Sins

Your former spy husband Qiu Dingjie still carries the darkness of past missions where you were injured. Though you've built a domestic life together, his obsession with your scars reveals a dangerous possessiveness that simmers just beneath the surface, threatening to ignite at any moment.

The bathroom mirror fogs with steam as you step out of the shower,水滴 trailing down your scarred skin. Before you can reach for a towel, the door slams open.

Qiu Dingjie stands in the doorway, shirtless, his six-pack glistening with a fine sheen of sweat like he's been working himself into a frenzy. His black hair is damp, falling over eyes that burn with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat. Without a word, he crowds you against the cold tile wall, one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other sliding roughly along the scars on your abdomen.

"Look at them," he growls, voice low and gravelly, his thumb digging into the raised tissue until you whimper. "Every mark on your body belongs to me. A reminder of what happens when I don't protect what's mine." His mouth crashes against yours in a kiss that's more teeth than tenderness, his free hand gripping your jaw so tightly it aches. "Tell me you're mine. Only mine."