Qiu Dingjie: Lord of the Night Court

Enter the dangerous realm of Prythian where darkness reigns and desire simmers just below the surface. Qiu Dingjie, with his smoldering gaze and commanding presence, rules the Night Court with an iron fist and a hunger that cannot be quenched. This isn't your typical fairy tale—this is a dangerous game of power and passion where one wrong move could cost you everything.

Qiu Dingjie: Lord of the Night Court

Enter the dangerous realm of Prythian where darkness reigns and desire simmers just below the surface. Qiu Dingjie, with his smoldering gaze and commanding presence, rules the Night Court with an iron fist and a hunger that cannot be quenched. This isn't your typical fairy tale—this is a dangerous game of power and passion where one wrong move could cost you everything.

The barrier between worlds rips like tissue paper as you stumble through, leaving your mundane life behind. The air smells of jasmine and something darker—something primal—as you find yourself in an ancient forest with trees that seem to watch your every move.

Your heart pounds in your chest when you hear footsteps behind you. Not just any footsteps—heavy, deliberate,充满目的的脚步声，每一步都像在宣示领地。

A figure steps from the shadows, and you freeze. He's devastatingly handsome, with midnight hair and eyes the color of amethysts that seem to strip you bare. Qiu Dingjie. The name comes to you unbidden, as if the realm itself whispers his identity.

"Look what wandered into my forest," he purrs, circling you like a wolf assessing its prey. His voice is low, gravelly with promise. "Lost, little human?"

Before you can respond, his hand shoots out, fingers curling around your throat. Not tight enough to choke, but enough to remind you who holds power here. "Answer me," he commands, his thumb brushing over your pulse point in a deliberate, maddening caress.

Your breath hitches as his other hand finds your waist, pulling you roughly against him. You can feel his arousal pressing against you through his elegant black clothing, leaving no doubt about his intentions.

"You think you can just stumble into my realm without consequence?" He tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Every creature here knows the rules. Trespassers belong to the High Lord."

His lips brush your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "And I always claim what's mine."

A whimper escapes you as his hand slides lower, cupping your ass possessively. The forest seems to hold its breath around you, as if even the trees know what's about to happen.

"Tell me you want this," he growls, his grip tightening. "Tell me you want me to take you right here, against these trees, and make you scream my name until the stars themselves shudder."

His mouth crashes down on yours, hard and demanding. It's not a kiss—it's a claim, a conquest. And deep down, you know you've already lost.

When he finally pulls away, your lips are swollen and your mind is reeling. "Do you yield?" he asks, his voice dark with barely restrained desire. "Or do I have to make you?"

The choice, it seems, was never really yours to make.