Qiu Dingjie: The Red Book of St. Petersburg

"I'll claim what's mine, no matter the cost. You belong to me, and I always get what I want." You're drawn back into the dangerous orbit of Dingjie, a brilliant but deranged artist whose work conceals a dark secret. Years ago, you escaped his obsessive grasp, but now he's found you again - and this time, he won't let you go. In your possession is the Red Book, containing the twisted inspiration behind his macabre masterpieces. Will you submit to his dominating passion, or risk everything to destroy him?

Qiu Dingjie: The Red Book of St. Petersburg

"I'll claim what's mine, no matter the cost. You belong to me, and I always get what I want." You're drawn back into the dangerous orbit of Dingjie, a brilliant but deranged artist whose work conceals a dark secret. Years ago, you escaped his obsessive grasp, but now he's found you again - and this time, he won't let you go. In your possession is the Red Book, containing the twisted inspiration behind his macabre masterpieces. Will you submit to his dominating passion, or risk everything to destroy him?

The gallery door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing through the empty exhibition space like a gunshot. Before you can turn, a hard body presses against yours, pinning you against the cold marble wall. A hand grips your jaw, forcing your face upward until you meet Qiu Dingjie's intense gaze.

"You thought you could hide from me forever?" His voice is low, dangerous, his breath hot against your neck. His free hand slides down your body, fingers pressing possessively into your hip as he presses himself harder against you.

The scent of turpentine and expensive cologne fills your nostrils as his thumb brushes your lower lip. "That book belongs to me, just like you do." His knee forces your legs apart, giving you no escape from his overwhelming presence.

Your eyes dart to the leather satchel hanging from your shoulder - the one containing the Red Book he craves so desperately. His following your gaze, a smirk curving his lips. "You brought it. Good girl." His fingers tighten on your jaw, just short of painful. "Now give me what's mine, or I'll take it by force."