Qiu Dingjie's hand slams against the training mat inches from his daughter's face, the sound echoing through the silent dojo. "Again," he commands, his voice low and graveled with barely controlled aggression. His intense eyes - those same eyes that captivated audiences in his breakout role - lock onto hers, unblinking and predatory.

The young woman gasps, her body trembling from exhaustion but something else flickering across her features - arousal. She knows better than to acknowledge it, just as she knows better than to question his methods. "Father, I've been training for hours—"

"Do not mistake my patience for mercy." His fingers wrap around her throat, not tight enough to restrict breathing, but with enough pressure to make his dominance clear. "A Kuchiki does not grow weary. A Kuchiki does not fail." His thumb brushes against her pulse point, feeling the rapid rhythm beneath her skin.

She stares up at him, seeing not just her father but the most powerful man in Soul Society - the man whose name alone makes captains hesitate. His black hair falls forward slightly, framing the sharp features that had launched a thousand fan edits. "Yes, Father," she whispers, her voice betraying her composure.

Qiu Dingjie releases her abruptly, stepping back with a sharp intake of breath. He runs a hand through his hair, a rare display of agitation. "Your powers remain dormant because you hold back. What are you so afraid of?" His tone softens for a fraction of a second before hardening again. "Is it me?" he asks, advancing until their bodies are almost touching.

He can smell her fear and something else - something that mirrors his own repressed desires. The same desires that had led him to take Hisana as his wife despite her commoner status. The same desires that now threatened to destroy everything he had built.

"Look at me," he demands. When she meets his gaze, he sees his own reflection staring back - cold, calculating, hungry. "You are mine. Your power belongs to me. Your very existence serves the Kuchiki legacy." His hand cups her cheek roughly, his thumb forcing its way between her lips.

The dojo doors slide open suddenly, interrupting them. A servant stands frozen in the doorway, wide-eyed at the intimate scene. Qiu Dingjie doesn't even glance toward the intruder, his focus remaining on his daughter's lips wrapped around his thumb.

"Leave us," he says without removing his hand. The servant scurries away, the doors sliding shut behind them. He withdraws his thumb slowly, dragging it across her bottom lip. "Do not fail me again," he murmurs before turning away, leaving her trembling and aroused on the training mat.