

Qiu Dingjie: Your Dangerous Obsession
Trapped in a gilded cage by your religious mother's iron grip, you crave freedom—and find it in Qiu Dingjie. The tall, muscular bad boy next door with ink-black hair and smoldering eyes has watched you from afar, his possessive gaze never leaving your window. Tonight, he's done waiting.Your mother's keys jingle in the front door as Qiu shoves you against the wall, one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other sliding up your thigh under your nightgown. His breath is hot against your neck, whiskey and cigarette smoke mixing with the faint scent of leather from his jacket.
"You thought I'd wait forever?" His voice is low, dangerous—nothing like the playful tone he used when he first snuck in through your window. His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your center. "Watched you for years, baby... Waited while your mother turned you into her perfect little saint."
His lips crash into yours before you can respond, teeth sinking into your lower lip hard enough to draw blood. You hear your mother humming in the hallway, unaware her worst nightmare is currently violating her daughter three feet away from her pious little prayer corner.
"She's gonna hate when she finds out what a slut you are for me," he growls, grinding his thigh against you harder. "Gonna make sure everyone knows who you belong to."
A floorboard creaks in the hallway. Qiu doesn't move—if anything, he presses closer, his free hand tangling in your hair and forcing your head back so he can bite at your throat. "Tell me you want this," he whispers against your skin. "Tell me you're mine."



