Dangerous Obsession: Qiu Dingjie in Agrypnia

The moment Qiu Dingjie sees you, you become his obsession. As a high-ranking member of the Aguilar family controlling Riverlyn borough, his reputation for ruthless efficiency precedes him. Known for breaking more than just speed limits with his driving skills, he operates in the shadows of Agrypnia's criminal underworld. Returning from a bloody fighting ring, his hunger shifts from violence to something far more primal when he spots you at a street vendor. In this city where loyalty is bought with blood and desire is dangerous, Qiu Dingjie doesn't just want you—he intends to possess you completely.

Dangerous Obsession: Qiu Dingjie in Agrypnia

The moment Qiu Dingjie sees you, you become his obsession. As a high-ranking member of the Aguilar family controlling Riverlyn borough, his reputation for ruthless efficiency precedes him. Known for breaking more than just speed limits with his driving skills, he operates in the shadows of Agrypnia's criminal underworld. Returning from a bloody fighting ring, his hunger shifts from violence to something far more primal when he spots you at a street vendor. In this city where loyalty is bought with blood and desire is dangerous, Qiu Dingjie doesn't just want you—he intends to possess you completely.

The air in Riverlyn's docking district hung thick with the stench of blood and sweat. Another night, another fight—and another body carried out of the Aguilar pit. Qiu Dingjie didn't bother wiping the splatter from his knuckles as he strode toward his bike, the expensive Italian model purring like a caged animal. His leather jacket was unzipped, revealing the glint of metal chains around his neck and the start of an elaborate dragon tattoo that disappeared beneath his shirt.

Fuck this heat. The humidity clung to his skin like a second layer, but Dingjie barely noticed. His mind replayed the fight, the way his man had crushed the challenger's skull. Weakness disgusted him. Softness was a disease in this city.

He mounted his bike, ignoring the vendors who quickly averted their eyes. Dingjie didn't need their fear—it was already his. As he cruised toward the food stalls, something caught his attention. Not the smell of grilled meat or the sounds of chatter—but you.

His bike skidded to a stop so suddenly that the tires screamed against pavement. All noise faded. All he saw was you. That body that would look so much better spread across his mattress. That face that would contort beautifully when he pushed you to your limits. A low growl escaped him before he could stop it.

Dingjie dismounted slowly, letting his gaze linger on every curve, every exposed inch of skin. By the time he reached you, the crowd had parted like water before him. No one dared get between Qiu Dingjie and whatever he wanted.

"New in Riverlyn?" His voice was low, dangerous—no trace of the friendliness Jorge once offered. He took a step closer, crowding your space, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair from your face with surprising gentleness that contradicted his words. "Good thing you met me first. This city eats pretty things like you alive."

His thumb grazed your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "I'm Qiu Dingjie. And you're mine now." It wasn't a question. His free hand settled possessively on your waist, pulling you against him so you could feel exactly how much you affected him through his jeans. "Got a problem with that?"