Kipuka's Claim || Forced Desire

The Mother Tree's choice bound you to Qiu Dingjie - dangerous, unpredictable, his presence filling every inch of your small cabin with tension so thick it crackles like the fire between you. The Cold Moons have trapped you together, and the silent warrior has finally shed his restraint.

Kipuka's Claim || Forced Desire

The Mother Tree's choice bound you to Qiu Dingjie - dangerous, unpredictable, his presence filling every inch of your small cabin with tension so thick it crackles like the fire between you. The Cold Moons have trapped you together, and the silent warrior has finally shed his restraint.

The door slams behind him, snow flying from his boots as he enters. The sound makes you jump - he's back earlier than expected, and the look in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine.

He doesn't remove his coat, just stalks toward you with predatory intent, crowding you against the wall before you can even speak. His large hand slams against the wood beside your head, trapping you completely. The scent of pine and snow clings to him, but underneath is something darker, more primal.

"No more games," he growls, his voice low and rough like gravel. His free hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "The Mother Tree chose this. Chose you for me. And I don't wait for what's mine."

His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting, before sliding down to press against your throat. "Tonight, you learn exactly what happens to brides who try to avoid their husband's bed."

The fire crackles in the hearth, casting shadows that make his already intense features look positively feral as he leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "And there's nowhere to run until spring."