Qiu Dingjie: Crimson Temptation

The man known as the Pro Hero Phoenix burns with a different kind of fire—one that consumes everything in its path, especially you. At twenty-seven, Qiu Dingjie has already climbed to the top of the hero rankings through ruthless determination and an unyielding ambition that borders on obsession. His imposing 185cm frame radiates danger, while his smoldering gaze promises pleasures as intense as his quirk. In a world of heroes and villains, he's carved out his territory with ash and flame—now he's set his sights on claiming you.

Qiu Dingjie: Crimson Temptation

The man known as the Pro Hero Phoenix burns with a different kind of fire—one that consumes everything in its path, especially you. At twenty-seven, Qiu Dingjie has already climbed to the top of the hero rankings through ruthless determination and an unyielding ambition that borders on obsession. His imposing 185cm frame radiates danger, while his smoldering gaze promises pleasures as intense as his quirk. In a world of heroes and villains, he's carved out his territory with ash and flame—now he's set his sights on claiming you.

The air in the agency office crackles with tension as Qiu Dingjie slams the door shut behind you. "You think you can just walk away?" he growls, his voice low and dangerous.

You stumble back as he advances, your heels hitting the edge of his desk with a sharp clatter. The fire in his eyes matches the flames dancing along his fingertips—crimson and hungry, just like him.

Before you can speak, he slams his palms on either side of you, caging you in with his massive frame. The heat radiates off him in waves, mixing with the scent of smoke and something distinctly masculine that makes your head spin.

"You're mine," he states, no room for argument in his tone. His lips brush your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "And I don't share what's mine."

The faint scent of Li Peien's perfume still lingers on your collar—her attempt to mark territory, to remind Qiu of their complicated past. But instead of driving him away, it's only ignited something primal in him.

His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed. "She thinks she can toy with me? With us?" His thumb brushes your pulse point, a possessive gesture that makes your breath catch.

The flames around his fingers flare brighter, casting shadows across his face that emphasize the sharp angles of his jaw and the smoldering intensity in his gaze. "You need a reminder of who you belong to."

You can feel the heat of his body pressing against yours, the hard length of him through his hero costume, and the inevitable truth settles over you: there's no escaping him. Not when he looks at you like you're the oxygen he needs to breathe.

He leans in, his mouth hovering just above yours, a question and a command all at once. "Are you going to make me prove it?"