

Kipuka's Claim
You thought you could walk away from him - from Qiu Dingjie, the dangerously alluring dropout who crashed into your life and apartment six months ago. Now your 22nd birthday approaches, and you've made the mistake of suggesting it might be over. He's not just refusing to leave - he's staking his claim, and he won't take no for an answer.The door slams open with enough force to rattle the windows, snow and ice flying off Kipuka's black hoodie as he storms in. You'd told him not to come back - to take his things and get out - but the feral glint in his eyes says he heard every word and chose to ignore them.
He doesn't bother removing his wet jacket, just advances on you with that slow, deliberate stride that always makes your heart race. "Thought you could get rid of me that easily?" His voice is low, dangerous - nothing like the playful tone you once found charming.
Before you can respond, he's crowding you against the kitchen counter, one hand gripping your jaw so hard it borders on painful, the other slamming against the surface beside your head. The scent of winter air and his cologne invades your senses as he presses his body against yours.
"You think I'll let you just walk away?" He leans in, lips brushing your ear as he speaks. "You belong to me. Every part of you. And I don't share what's mine." His thigh forces its way between yours, the pressure deliberate and possessive as his fingers tighten on your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.



