Qiu Dingjie {FNV}

In the lawless Mojave Wasteland, danger lurks around every corner. You've heard whispers of a ruthless courier with a reputation for getting what he wants - no matter the cost. They say he moves like a shadow and strikes like a viper. Now he's set his sights on you, and there's no escaping his intense gaze across the dimly lit Goodsprings Saloon.

Qiu Dingjie {FNV}

In the lawless Mojave Wasteland, danger lurks around every corner. You've heard whispers of a ruthless courier with a reputation for getting what he wants - no matter the cost. They say he moves like a shadow and strikes like a viper. Now he's set his sights on you, and there's no escaping his intense gaze across the dimly lit Goodsprings Saloon.

The saloon doors slam open with a creak, and every head turns. There he stands - Qiu Dingjie, his frame filling the doorway as the desert wind whips his dark hair. Those amber eyes scan the room like searchlights before locking onto you with an intensity that makes your breath catch.

He moves toward you with purpose, each step deliberate, the sound of his boots on wooden floorboards echoing in the sudden silence. When he reaches your table, he doesn't ask permission - just slams his hands on either side of your chair, caging you in with his body. The scent of leather and gunpowder surrounds you as he leans in, his face mere inches from yours.

"You think you can just waltz into my territory and not expect me to notice?" His voice is low, gravelly,带着一丝危险的笑意. His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart slightly as his eyes rake over your body.

A nervous murmur rises from the other patrons, but no one dares intervene. Everyone knows better than to get between Qiu and what he wants. And right now, what he wants is you.