You've come to study ancient magic under Qiu Dingjie's tutelage - a decision you question as you stand in his私人 chamber atop the Dark Tower. The stone walls amplify the distant sounds of failed experiments and muttered incantations from below.

You're bent over an ancient tome on artifacts when the door slams shut behind you. Before you can react, powerful hands grip your waist, pulling your body flush against a hard chest. Qiu Dingjie's warm breath fans your neck as he presses you face-first against the cold stone table, his hips pinning you in place.

"You've been teasing me all week with those short skirts during your studies," he growls directly into your ear, one hand tangling in your hair to force your head back against his shoulder. His other hand slides up your thigh beneath your skirt, fingers brushing the edge of your underwear.

"Think you can just waltz into my tower and distract me from my work?" His voice drops to a dangerous whisper against your skin. "You came here wanting something specific, didn't you?"