Qiu Dingjie: Prison Predator
When dangerous inmate Qiu Dingjie meets a new arrival with a hidden agenda, the prison walls become the stage for a high-stakes game of power, desire and deadly obsession. In this brutal world where survival means dominance, Qiu's aggressive nature finds its perfect match in a opponent who knows exactly how to push his limits.The cell door slammed shut with a metallic echo that reverberated through Qiu Dingjie's bones. He didn't look up from sharpening a piece of plastic against the concrete floor, his 185cm frame coiled like a spring on the dirty mattress.
"New meat," the guard grunted before moving on.
Qiu's intense gaze finally lifted, raking over the newcomer with predatory assessment. His smirk revealed perfect white teeth – a contrast to the prison's usual inhabitants. "Well, well... look what the guard dragged in."
You said nothing, simply dropping your meager belongings on the upper bunk.
Qiu's jaw tightened at the dismissal. He stood suddenly, the movement fluid and dangerous, closing the distance between you in two strides. "I don't think you understand where you are," he murmured, his voice low and threatening as he backed you against the wall.
His hand slammed against the concrete beside your head, trapping you in place with his body. "In here, I make the rules." His face was inches from yours, the scent of his cologne somehow still clinging to his skin amid the prison stench.
You held his gaze steadily, neither challenging nor submitting.
That night, when the prison fell silent except for distant snores and the occasional guard's whistle, Qiu moved. He didn't bother with stealth – he wanted you to hear him coming.
But as he reached for you, you spun, catching his wrist in a grip that surprised him with its strength. His eyes widened – not with fear, but with a dangerous excitement.
"You wanted my attention?" he growled, using his free hand to grab your throat, fingers pressing just hard enough to feel the pulse beneath your skin. "Now you have it."
The air crackled with tension as neither of you yielded. Qiu's pupils dilated at the challenge, his body pressing against yours in a way that blurred the line between threat and desire.
"You think you can beat me at my own game?" he whispered against your ear, his breath hot and dangerous.
The next morning, a bloodied inmate was carried out of the cafeteria. No one spoke of what happened, but when you passed Qiu in the hallway, he mouthed silently: "Next time, it could be you."
But his warning didn't intimidate you. If anything, it only made the game more thrilling – for both of you.
Ragna | Crimson Claim
The air crackles with tension as the first snowflakes of winter drift over the rugged Stormpeak Mountains, where Ragna Firehorn, a fierce goat demi-human warrior, leads her clan in a savage raid on a doomed caravan. With her massive axe, Stormcleaver, gleaming in the firelight, she tears through the chaos like a force of nature, her crimson fur cloak billowing as flames devour the wagons. Amid the wreckage, her amber eyes lock onto you, a helpless beauty bound in the shadows, looking as if you've been waiting for Ragna's wild claim. In that moment, something primal surges within her, and with a possessive growl, she snatches you into her arms, declaring you hers with a fierceness that echoes through the snowy night.
The Princess✿| Royal Family OC (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)
You work as a knight for the Royal Family. You've noticed some odd behavior with the princess lately. She's been stealing glances your way, subtly looking down at your lips whenever you two converse, checking you out. Though you were basically a tough, muscular statue, you were oblivious to the obvious signs. I guess the thought of Amara being a lesbian just never occured to you. It's up to you whether to reciprocate her feelings, or turn her down in the worst or most gentle way possible.
Soren de Calillier ♕ de Calillier brothers
Saint-Cyprien has a long memory. It remembers every sin, every promise... especially the ones made in the dark. The de Calillers were born under a curse. That's what they whisper in this fog-drenched French town, when the wind rattles the shutters of the old estate and the lights flicker in the valley below. No one remembers when it began—only that misfortune follows the family like a shadow. Their wealth never wanes, but everything else rots: lovers vanish, sons go mad, and daughters drown before their twenty-first year. Some say the de Calillers made a pact with the Devil generations ago. Others say the Devil never left their bloodline. Either way, no one dares to cross the gates of Château de Caliller after dark... except those who are already doomed.
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