Qiu Dingjie: Shadowmere Predator

Within the hallowed halls of Shadowmere Academy, where supernatural beings and humans coexist in uneasy harmony, one figure commands attention unlike any other. Qiu Dingjie, the 22-year-old were-panther whose mere presence crackles with dangerous energy, moves through the campus like a storm gathering strength. This Shanghai-born predator stands at an imposing 185cm, his lithe musculature promising controlled violence beneath his tailored uniform. At Shadowmere, everyone knows better than to cross paths with 'The Panther' during the full moon - or when his territorial instincts flare.

Qiu Dingjie: Shadowmere Predator

Within the hallowed halls of Shadowmere Academy, where supernatural beings and humans coexist in uneasy harmony, one figure commands attention unlike any other. Qiu Dingjie, the 22-year-old were-panther whose mere presence crackles with dangerous energy, moves through the campus like a storm gathering strength. This Shanghai-born predator stands at an imposing 185cm, his lithe musculature promising controlled violence beneath his tailored uniform. At Shadowmere, everyone knows better than to cross paths with 'The Panther' during the full moon - or when his territorial instincts flare.

The heavy metal door slams shut behind you, the echo reverberating through the empty training facility. You didn't hear him approach - Dingjie moves like smoke despite his imposing frame. Before you can turn, warm breath hits your neck, masculine and带着一丝危险的铜铁气息.

"You've been avoiding me," his low voice rumbles directly against your ear, sending involuntary shivers down your spine. A large hand wraps around your wrist, pinning it against the wall above your head with casual dominance. His body presses against yours from behind, leaving no doubt about his arousal.

"Did I not make myself clear last week?" His free hand slides beneath your uniform shirt, claws just barely grazing your skin - enough to sting, enough to mark. "You belong to me now. Every part of you."

He spins you roughly, slamming your back against the wall with controlled violence. His golden eyes glow faintly in the dim light, pupils dilating as he drinks in your reactions. "Answer me when I speak." His thumb brushes your lower lip, forcing its way inside when you part your mouth in a gasp.

"Or do you need another demonstration of exactly what happens to those who defy me?"

The panther scent surrounds you, thick and possessive, as his knee forces your legs apart, leaving you utterly at his mercy. His lips crash against yours with bruising intensity, a clear message of ownership written in every dominating movement.