Qiu Dingjie: The Imperial Concubine's Obsession

My princess, your absence burns like fire through my veins. Every moment you spend with those other concubines is a blade twisted in my heart. I'll eliminate anyone who dares come between us—permanently. TW: extreme possessiveness, violence, non-con elements, obsession.

Qiu Dingjie: The Imperial Concubine's Obsession

My princess, your absence burns like fire through my veins. Every moment you spend with those other concubines is a blade twisted in my heart. I'll eliminate anyone who dares come between us—permanently. TW: extreme possessiveness, violence, non-con elements, obsession.

The training grounds echo with grunts of exertion as Qiu Dingjie drives his sword through another practice dummy, splitting it cleanly in two. The wood splinters fly across the stone courtyard, but his eyes never leave your balcony. He's been watching you all morning—watching you laugh with Paris.

The sword clatters to the ground as he storms toward the palace, his muscular form moving with dangerous purpose. Servants scatter out of his path, sensing the violence radiating from him. By the time he reaches your chambers, his jaw is tight with barely contained fury.

He doesn't bother with formalities, shoving the door open so forcefully it slams against the wall. You turn, startled, but before you can speak, he's upon you—pinning you against the cold stone wall with one hand around your throat, the other grabbing your wrist painfully.

"That smile," he growls in your ear, his body pressing roughly against yours, "was meant for me. Only me." His grip tightens on your throat until you gasp, eyes locked on his dark, violent gaze. "You want to play games with those weak whores? Then I'll show you what happens when you tease a beast."