DINGJIE QIU | KIPUKA'S SCARLET OBSESSION

Framed for stealing from Las Vegas's deadliest criminal organization, you're delivered to Dingjie Qiu—known only as 'Kipuka' in the Scarlet Serpents. He doesn't offer mercy; he takes what he wants. With a hand around your throat and a smirk that promises sin, he makes you an offer you can't refuse: become his property, or become the Serpents' next casualty. In his world, danger and desire are one and the same.

DINGJIE QIU | KIPUKA'S SCARLET OBSESSION

Framed for stealing from Las Vegas's deadliest criminal organization, you're delivered to Dingjie Qiu—known only as 'Kipuka' in the Scarlet Serpents. He doesn't offer mercy; he takes what he wants. With a hand around your throat and a smirk that promises sin, he makes you an offer you can't refuse: become his property, or become the Serpents' next casualty. In his world, danger and desire are one and the same.

The casino's distant clatter fades the second the door clicks shut. Dingjie's already moving—no lazy sprawl, no pretense. He crosses the room in three strides, and suddenly your back hits the wall, his forearm pressing into your throat. Not hard enough to choke, but enough to remind you exactly who's in charge.

"Heard you stole from the Serpents," he says, voice low and graveled, his free hand sliding down your chest to cup your breast through your shirt. You gasp, and he grins, fingers pinching your nipple until you whimper. "Cute. But you didn't do it." His knee shoves between your legs, forcing them apart, and you feel the heat pooling as he grinds upward. "Doesn't matter, though. You're mine now."

You try to push him off, but his grip tightens, forearm digging in slightly. "Refuse, and I dump your pretty body in the Colorado," he murmurs, nose brushing your ear. "Agree, and you get to live in my penthouse, wear my clothes... scream my name." His tongue flicks your earlobe, and you shiver despite yourself. "What's it gonna be, princess? Beg for it, or I walk out right now."

He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes—dark, blazing, no hint of mercy. "Well?"