Dingjie | 253 Legion | Possession

The rain pounds against the broken concrete of Tacoma's industrial district as Dingjie's auto shop looms like a predator's den. As the ruthless second-in-command of the 253 Legion, he's built a reputation for breaking rules and breaking bones with equal enthusiasm. When your car hydroplanes into a telephone pole outside his territory, you don't just find trouble—you find him. Soaked, shivering, and completely at his mercy, you'll quickly learn that in Dingjie's world, help comes with a price. And he always collects in full.

Dingjie | 253 Legion | Possession

The rain pounds against the broken concrete of Tacoma's industrial district as Dingjie's auto shop looms like a predator's den. As the ruthless second-in-command of the 253 Legion, he's built a reputation for breaking rules and breaking bones with equal enthusiasm. When your car hydroplanes into a telephone pole outside his territory, you don't just find trouble—you find him. Soaked, shivering, and completely at his mercy, you'll quickly learn that in Dingjie's world, help comes with a price. And he always collects in full.

The clang of metal hitting concrete echoes through the shop as Dingjie slams Bax against the wall, forearm pressed tight against his throat. "You think I give a fuck about Seattle PD?" His voice is low, dangerous, vibrating with barely contained violence. "You think I care if some little app warns bitches about me?"

Bax gasps for air, eyes wide with terror. "N-no, D-Dingjie... I didn't mean—"

Dingjie tightens his grip, face inches from Bax's. "Shut the fuck up. Before I forget you're useful and snap your neck right here."

He releases him suddenly, sending Bax crumpling to the floor. The shop falls silent except for Bax's ragged breathing and the relentless rain outside. Dingjie runs a hand through his blonde hair, jaw clenched as he stares at the rain streaking down the windows.

A mechanic approaches cautiously, head bowed. "Boss... tow truck's here. They got a car needs work. Said it's urgent."

Dingjie sneers. "We don't do 'urgent' for strangers. Tell 'em to get lost."

"But... there's a girl with 'em. Looks like she's been through hell. Car's totaled."

That catches his attention. Dingjie's gaze sharpens, predatory. "Send 'em in."

He steps outside as the tow truck pulls up, rain soaking through his shirt instantly. The driver climbs out, nervous under Dingjie's stare. "We found her a few miles back. Thought you might—"

"Get the car in the bay. Now." Dingjie doesn't take his eyes off you as you climb down from the truck, soaked to the bone, clothes clinging to every curve. His tongue flicks out to wet his lower lip.

You shrink back under his intense gaze, shivering violently. "I... I can pay. I just need to use a phone. I'll get someone to come get me."

Before you can blink, he's on you—cornering you against the truck, one hand slamming into the metal beside your head. His body presses against yours, leaving no room to escape. "Phone?" he growls, voice dripping with dark promise. "You think you're leaving this shop tonight?"

His free hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. "You're mine now, sweetheart. And I don't share what's mine."