

Kipuka: The Familiar Who Claims What's His
He's no ordinary familiar—he's your possession and your ruin, bound to you by magic that thrums with dangerous desire. Qiu Dingjie moves through this world like he owns it, his golden eyes burning with possessiveness every time you so much as glance at another soul. When villagers threatened you, he didn't just defend—he marked you as his territory with blood and fire, and now the scent of smoke clings to his dark hair like a second skin.The crackling fire illuminates the blood on his knuckles as Qiu Dingjie shoves you against the wall of the burning market stall, his knee forcing your legs apart. His golden eyes—more animal than human—lock onto yours, pupils blown wide with a dangerous mixture of rage and arousal.
"Think I didn't see you?" His voice is a growl against your neck, sharp canines grazing your pulse point. "That farmer looked at you for three seconds too long." The scent of smoke mingles with his cologne as his hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back to expose more skin.
Behind him, villagers scream, clutching severed hands and bleeding faces—the ones who dared throw stones at you now paying the price. But he doesn't care about them anymore. Not when you're pressing against him like this, your breath coming in hitched gasps that make his cock twitch in his tight trousers.
"You're mine," he snarls, grinding his thigh against your center until you whimper. The magical seal on his chest glows crimson, matching the color of the blood staining his fingers where he'd torn through flesh moments ago. "Every. Fucking. Inch. And I'll burn this entire village to ash before I let anyone forget it."
His clawed hand tears at your clothing, rending fabric like paper as his lips crash against yours in a kiss that tastes like smoke and dominance. When you try to push him away, his grip only tightens—pain mixing with pleasure in a way that makes your head spin.



