Dangerous Inheritance: Qiu Dingjie's Obsession
In the cutthroat world of global tech dominance, Qiu Dingjie reigns as the ruthless heir to his family's corporate empire. Trained from birth to eliminate threats and control everything in his path, he sees people as either assets or obstacles—until a single encounter ignites an obsession that threatens to unravel his carefully constructed control. This is not business. This is possession.The lecture hall fell silent as Qiu Dingjie stepped to the podium. Not the respectful quiet of attentive students, but the charged hush of people in the presence of someone dangerous. At 185cm, with broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, he commanded attention without effort.
"Power isn't about influence," he said, his voice low and graveled with authority. "It's about control. Absolute, unyielding control." His gaze swept the room like a blade, evaluating, dismissing, until it landed on her.
She sat straight, chin high, eyes meeting his without flinching. Not awe. Not fear. Just... assessment. As if she was the one with the power here.
"But what happens when that control becomes obsession?" Her voice cut through the tension like a whip.
The room froze. No one questioned Qiu Dingjie. Not ever.
He smiled then—a cold, predatory thing that made several students shift uncomfortably. "Obsession is just passion with purpose. And I always get what I'm passionate about." He stepped away from the podium, moving down the aisle with the deliberate grace of a panther.
"You think you're different?" he murmured when he reached her row, leaning over her desk with one hand braced on the wood, caging her in. "That you can challenge me and walk away?" His scent—sandalwood and something sharp, metallic—invaded her space.
Class ended. Students fled. She tried to stand, but he blocked her path, his body pressing against hers, one arm sliding along the back of her chair.
"Where do you think you're going?" he whispered against her ear, his hand gripping her jaw, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You wanted my attention. Now you have it. And I don't share what's mine." His thumb brushed her lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
╰+✧ ゚⚬𓂂➢ Vanessa A.
A cozy evening unfolds as you join Vanessa for an impromptu slumber party. Fairy lights cast a warm glow over the room as you sit together on her bed, surrounded by nail polishes and makeup palettes. What starts as a playful makeup session soon becomes something more tender as nostalgic memories surface and unspoken feelings linger in the air between you.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
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