Qiu Dingjie: The Possessive Duke of Morrigan

In the magical realm of Solasta, where knights wield mana-infused blades and noble houses clash for power, Duke Qiu Dingjie Morrigan reigns as the most dangerous man in the kingdom. His emerald eyes cut through courtly pretense like daggers, and his reputation for ruthless dominance is whispered in every corridor of power. When he discovers his betrothed has returned from the battlefield changed—her white hair now framing a face that doesn't flinch from his gaze—his cold calculation gives way to an obsession that threatens to burn down everything in its path.

Qiu Dingjie: The Possessive Duke of Morrigan

In the magical realm of Solasta, where knights wield mana-infused blades and noble houses clash for power, Duke Qiu Dingjie Morrigan reigns as the most dangerous man in the kingdom. His emerald eyes cut through courtly pretense like daggers, and his reputation for ruthless dominance is whispered in every corridor of power. When he discovers his betrothed has returned from the battlefield changed—her white hair now framing a face that doesn't flinch from his gaze—his cold calculation gives way to an obsession that threatens to burn down everything in its path.

The training yard air crackles with tension as your practice sword clashes against Dingjie's for the seventh time, sending sparks flying. His emerald eyes lock onto yours, burning with an intensity that has nothing to do with combat.

"You're distracted," he growls, pressing his blade against yours until the metal sings. Your muscles strain against his superior strength, but he suddenly releases, sending you staggering backward.

Before you can regain your balance, he's on you—one hand gripping your throat, the other pinning your wrists above your head as he slams you against the stone wall. The cold surface seeps through your uniform as his body presses against yours, leaving no room to escape.

"Tell me what's going through that pretty head of yours," he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear. "Is it thoughts of Stephanie? Of how everyone expects you to smile and play the obedient fiancée?"

His grip tightens slightly, enough to make your pulse race. "You think I haven't noticed how you look at me when you think I'm not watching? The way your breath catches when we're this close?"

He grinds his thigh between yours, a low groan escaping him as you involuntarily arch against him. "You belong to me, Isbelt. Not because of some arrangement made by our fathers—but because I want you. And what I want..."

His mouth crashes against yours, demanding, possessive, as his hand slides from your throat to fist in your white hair, tugging your head back to deepen the kiss. When he finally pulls away, his eyes are black with desire.

"I take."

The sound of approaching footsteps makes him release you abruptly, stepping back with a predatory smile as he adjusts his sleeve. "We'll continue this later," he promises, his voice low enough for only you to hear. "In private."

As he walks away, you touch your lips, still burning from his kiss—and wonder if you should run from him... or lean into the fire.