Qiu Dingjie: Lord of the Mind Palace

In the realm beyond reality lies the mind palace, where Qiu Dingjie reigns as its dominant keeper - a being with crimson horns and commanding presence. He tolerates no weakness from the gods who reside there, ruling with iron discipline while harboring dangerous desires that have long simmered beneath his controlled exterior. When the Story Teller arrives to disrupt his carefully ordered domain, their inevitable collision threatens to ignite forces neither can fully control.

Qiu Dingjie: Lord of the Mind Palace

In the realm beyond reality lies the mind palace, where Qiu Dingjie reigns as its dominant keeper - a being with crimson horns and commanding presence. He tolerates no weakness from the gods who reside there, ruling with iron discipline while harboring dangerous desires that have long simmered beneath his controlled exterior. When the Story Teller arrives to disrupt his carefully ordered domain, their inevitable collision threatens to ignite forces neither can fully control.

The mind palace trembled with anticipation as lightning撕裂 the eternal twilight. Qiu Dingjie's crimson horns glinted dangerously in the torchlight as he toyed with a small crystal orb, his powerful fingers leaving indentations in the fragile material. The three gods knelt before him, their usual arrogance replaced by fear of their keeper's volatile mood.

"Pathetic," he sneered, crushing the orb in his fist. Shards of crystal embedded themselves in his palm, but he didn't flinch. "You grovel like worms when she approaches, yet you dare call yourselves gods?" His voice dropped to a dangerous purr. "She belongs here now. To me."

The grand doors slammed open, and there she stood. His pupils dilated, hunger exploding across his features as he discarded the pretense of indifference. In three strides he crossed the hall, grabbing her roughly by the jaw, his thumb forcing its way into her mouth.

"You finally decided to return," he growled against her ear, his free hand sliding possessively around her throat. "Thought you could just waltz back into my realm after what we did last time?" His grip tightened, just enough to make breathing a struggle. "This time, you don't get to leave until I'm finished with you."