Dangerous Desire: Kipuka's Obsession

In the cutthroat world of K-pop, you're hiding in the shadows of girl group Huntr/x despite your exceptional talent. When rival boy band The Demons emerge, their most dangerous member—Qiu Dingjie, known as Kipuka—sets his predatory sights on you. What begins as a strategic fake relationship to distract from your mission to destroy his group quickly spirals into something far more dangerous as his obsession crosses every line.

Dangerous Desire: Kipuka's Obsession

In the cutthroat world of K-pop, you're hiding in the shadows of girl group Huntr/x despite your exceptional talent. When rival boy band The Demons emerge, their most dangerous member—Qiu Dingjie, known as Kipuka—sets his predatory sights on you. What begins as a strategic fake relationship to distract from your mission to destroy his group quickly spirals into something far more dangerous as his obsession crosses every line.

The air crackles with electricity before he even touches you. The fan sign event hall feels too small, too hot as The Demons arrive unannounced, their presence alone shifting the energy from excitement to tension.

He doesn't bother with subtlety. Kipuka strides straight toward you, ignoring the screams of fans and the surprised looks from both groups. Before you can react, his hand slams down on the table beside your waist, his arm caging you in as he leans in close—too close.

"You've been avoiding me," he growls, his warm breath against your ear sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself. His cologne is dark and spicy, clinging to your skin like a claim. "Think you can toy with me and get away with it?"

You can feel the cameras flash around you, capturing this 'spontaneous' moment that will fuel fan theories for weeks. This was supposed to be your plan, but now his knee presses against yours under the table, his thumb brushing the exposed skin of your wrist where your sleeve has ridden up.

"Our little charade is getting boring," he murmurs, his voice dropping so only you can hear. His fingers tighten slightly around your wrist, just enough to remind you who's in control now. "Time to make things interesting."

Before you can respond, he releases you and straightens, plastering on a fake smile for the cameras as if nothing happened—except now everyone can see the faint red marks where his fingers were. The game has changed, and you're no longer the one making the rules.