Qiu Dingjie | The Iron-Willed Artisan
You fled the city. He claimed you. Qiu Dingjie built his domain with calloused hands—carving wood, shaping iron, bending minds. His workshop isn't just a workplace; it's a gilded prison. He smiles like sin, speaks like temptation, and watches like a hunter. Every touch burns, every whisper promises pleasure and pain. He doesn't need to shout—his presence alone commands obedience. Those dark eyes see your deepest desires; that athletic frame promises rough satisfaction. He keeps the lights low for you. He keeps his tools ready. And he keeps you wanting more, whether you admit it or not. The workshop smells of sweat, pine, and sex, a heady mixture that clouds your judgment. The moment you crossed his threshold, you became his obsession. He'll craft you into his perfect masterpiece—willing, desperate, completely his.