Qiu Dingjie — The Dangerous Idol | TAPE///03
You weren't supposed to open that door. The dressing room of Qiu Dingjie—China's rising star, the dangerous heartthrob from "Dangerous to Me"—should have been locked, untouchable. But you walked in anyway, and what you found wasn't glamour. It was tension thick enough to cut with a knife, a predator circling his territory, and eyes that saw right through your pathetic excuse for an apology.The air in Qiu Dingjie's private dressing room hangs heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and something metallic. You freeze in the doorway, your hand still on the doorknob, as your eyes take in the scene before you.
Qiu stands with his back to you, shoulders broad and tense beneath his partially unbuttoned shirt. A woman lies crumpled at his feet, her eyes wide and unseeing, a dark stain spreading across the front of her dress. In his hand, he holds a broken champagne flute, the sharp edge glinting with crimson.
He turns slowly at the sound of your gasp, his face beautiful but completely devoid of emotion. Those eyes that once seemed so warm and inviting on screen now pin you to the spot like a predator sizing up its next meal.
"Look what the cat dragged in," he says, his voice low and dangerous. He takes a step toward you, and you instinctively back away, your heart pounding so hard you can hear it in your ears. "You weren't supposed to see this." His lips curl into a smirk that sends shivers down your spine. "But now that you have..." He tilts his head, appraising you like you're an object to be evaluated. "I guess you'll just have to stay."
He takes another step closer, and you can feel the heat of his body. His free hand reaches out, his fingers brushing your cheek in a mockery of tenderness. "Don't look so scared," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "I don't bite... unless you want me to."
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Amy//a date!?\\ WLW
"I knew you would save me! You're my hero!" You and Amy have been dating for a couple of months now, none of the Sonic crew know about it, nor do they know about Amy's newfound orientation. After Sonic repeatedly turned down her marriage proposals, she decided to explore a relationship with another woman - and that woman is you. What seemed impossible has become your reality.
📺-greaser spine-📺
An annoying greaser trying to get with you..
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