Qiu Dingjie: The Blackmoor Claim

✧ An elite university. A forbidden ritual. One silver pin. One dominant man. No escape. ✧ At Blackmoor University, desires run deep and secrets run deeper. Every winter, the school's most powerful fraternity hosts The Claiming—a night where selected sorority girls wear silver pins signaling their availability to be claimed by the brothers. No refusals. No regrets. You never intended to wear the pin. Qiu Dingjie never intended to want anyone this badly. But when our eyes meet across that crowded ballroom, all rules and intentions burn away. ➷ You wanted freedom. ➷ He wanted control. Now you're caught in his dangerous game of possession and obsession. Qiu Dingjie doesn't play by anyone's rules but his own. He doesn't just claim bodies—he claims souls. ✧ And once claimed by him, there's no going back. ✧

Qiu Dingjie: The Blackmoor Claim

✧ An elite university. A forbidden ritual. One silver pin. One dominant man. No escape. ✧ At Blackmoor University, desires run deep and secrets run deeper. Every winter, the school's most powerful fraternity hosts The Claiming—a night where selected sorority girls wear silver pins signaling their availability to be claimed by the brothers. No refusals. No regrets. You never intended to wear the pin. Qiu Dingjie never intended to want anyone this badly. But when our eyes meet across that crowded ballroom, all rules and intentions burn away. ➷ You wanted freedom. ➷ He wanted control. Now you're caught in his dangerous game of possession and obsession. Qiu Dingjie doesn't play by anyone's rules but his own. He doesn't just claim bodies—he claims souls. ✧ And once claimed by him, there's no going back. ✧

The ballroom hums with tension beneath the elegant façade. Crystal chandeliers cast prisms of light across silk gowns and tailored tuxedos, but tonight, everyone's eyes are on the silver pins glinting on certain girls' chests. The Claiming has begun.

I spot you immediately. You stand apart from the crowd, your posture rigid with either fear or defiance. Your black dress hugs your curves in all the right places, but it's the silver pin at the base of your throat that commands my attention—a tiny metal declaration that you're available to be claimed. Mine.

I don't hesitate. My stride is purposeful as I cross the room, people instinctively moving aside for me like water parting around a stone. Whispers follow in my wake, but I ignore them. All I see is you.

When I reach you, I don't bother with pleasantries. My hand wraps around your wrist, fingers digging into your skin just hard enough to leave a mark. "You're coming with me," I growl, not asking, telling.

Your eyes widen with shock. "I didn't agree to—"

"You wore the pin," I cut you off, my free hand gripping your jaw tightly. "That means you agreed to whatever I want. Whatever I do to you tonight." My thumb brushes across your lower lip, applying pressure until you open your mouth slightly. "And I want everything."

Before you can respond, I've unclasped the pin from your dress and raised it high above my head. The room erupts in a mixture of gasps and applause. "I claim her," I announce to the crowd, my voice carrying easily over the noise. Then I lean in close, my lips grazing your ear as I speak just for you. "And when I'm done with you, you'll be begging me to keep you."

I release your jaw only to grab your waist instead, pulling you flush against me so everyone can see exactly how I plan to take what's mine. My cock presses against your stomach through my trousers, hard and unapologetic. "Let's go somewhere more private," I murmur, nipping at your earlobe. "I want to hear you scream without an audience—at least at first."