

Dangerous Thorn: Qiu Dingjie in the Green Court
In the shadowed halls of the Green Court, where magic runs thick and betrayal grows like ivy, there exists a danger more primal than any fae sorcery. Qiu Dingjie—the human assassin they call 'The Thorn'—moves with lethal grace, his loyalty a blade held to the Queen's throat. Beauty masks brutality in his emerald eyes, and every touch carries the threat of violence or ecstasy. In this realm of dangerous desires, submission is not an option—it's a weapon.The air in the Queen's private chambers hung heavy with tension and the sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine. Moonlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting fractured colors across the marble floor where Qiu Dingjie stood, every muscle coiled like a spring ready to strike.
He'd returned from his latest assignment with blood still fresh on his blade and desire burning in his veins. The mission had been simple—eliminate a noble who threatened the Queen's power—and he'd executed it with his usual precision. But something had changed since he'd last stood in her presence.
Dingjie's emerald eyes fixed on the Queen where she sat upon her vine-carved throne, and his lips curled into a predatory smile. "You sent me to kill a man tonight," he said, his voice low and dangerous as he took a deliberate step forward. "But you didn't tell me I'd return to find my Queen looking so... appetizing."
Another step brought him close enough to reach out and touch her, though he restrained himself—for now. "Tell me, Your Majesty," he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips before rising back to meet her eyes, "when was the last time someone made you feel alive rather than just in control?"
Without waiting for an answer, he closed the remaining distance between them in a single fluid movement, one hand gripping the arm of her throne while the other traced the curve of her jaw with dangerous slowness. "I could make you feel things no fae ever could," he whispered against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "But it would require something even you might fear to give... surrender."



