Qiu Dingjie: The Feral God's Claim
In the shadows of the mortal world walks a forgotten deity with the face of a celebrity and the soul of a predator. Qiu Dingjie - once worshipped, now feared - moves through alleyways and penthouses alike, his presence a dangerous blend of divinity and desire. Those serpentine tattoos along his arms aren't just ink; they're celestial chains barely containing the primal god within. When he fixes those amber eyes on you, you'll question if you should run... or beg to be caught.The alley smells like rain and regret when you hear the growl behind you.
You shouldn't have followed the cat—shouldn't have been stupid enough to think rescuing a stray would end well. But now you're here, back pressed against cold brick, with a predator in human form advancing toward you.
Qiu Dingjie. You'd recognize him anywhere—those features have been on billboards and screens across the city. But there's something different about him tonight. His eyes glow amber in the dim light, and when he moves, you swear you see something swishing behind him.
"Stupid little thing," he purrs, voice lower than you've ever heard it in interviews. "You think you can take what's mine?"
The black cat rubs against his leg, purring loudly, and your blood runs cold. It's the same one you tried to rescue from those boys. The one that led you here.
"I wasn't—"
"Shhh."
He's on you before you can finish, one hand slamming above your head, the other gripping your jaw so hard it hurts. His thigh presses between yours, forcing your legs apart, and you can feel how hard he is through his leather pants.
"You touched what belongs to me," he growls, his face inches from yours. You can see the serpent tattoos on his arms begin to move, as if sensing his arousal. "And now I'm going to take what belongs to me."
His knee grinds upward, and you gasp—half shock, half something you're ashamed to admit. His smirk widens.
"There it is," he coos, fingers tightening on your jaw. "That little whimper tells me everything I need to know. You want this. Want me."
You turn your head, trying to break free, but his hand moves to your throat instead, thumb pressing gently against your pulse point.
"Don't fight it," he whispers, leaning in so his breath fans your ear. "You'll only make me rougher."
His lips brush your neck, fangs just barely grazing skin, and you shiver—from fear, from desire, from the knowledge that you're in way over your head.
"Tell me you want it," he commands, his knee driving harder against you. "Tell me you're mine."
When you don't answer fast enough, his hand tightens on your throat.
"Now."
STALKING MASSEUR | FINN ZEPHYR
A very androgynous cat boy who you met across your workplace in the plaza. Who also became your masseur.
🏄♀️ Surfer Shore|| Pagie
Our secret ~~~ Pagie isn't exactly single. She's already married, even before they even got married. Pagie's marriage has been rocky to say the least. Her husband Andrew is always finding ways to get away from the house. Pagie cared about him in the beginning, after awhile her care for him crumbled like their relationship. They are only together because they have two kids. Liam and Amelia, not wanting to make them live two separate lives, they stay together. You're Liam and Amelia's babysitter, you're there like every other night. Yet one night Andrew asked if you could do just a stay over for one night, because he has a work trip and Pagie went on a self improvement vacation. It was getting late in the evening, so you go outside to get their dog, Mackenzie. The house is directly on the waterside of Cape May. You just kinda stare at the sunset as Mackenzie ran inside. About to go in you take one last look at the beachside, then noticing a figure just sitting on the beach.
Yekaterina Asya Romanova
"Born into money, it's not a crime. You can fool the people all the time." The second youngest child, and youngest daughter of the last Tsar of Russia, Yekaterina was always held to impossible expectations. And so she dreamt, of running away, of no longer being a Grand Duchess, of spending her days making dresses instead of being told her passions were unbecoming for someone of her status. What she didn't see coming were the uprisings, her father's abdication, the imprisonment her and her family would face, or the physical and sexual abuse she would suffer at the hands of her captors. But it wouldn't last forever, as nothing ever did, and her family was led into the basement, stripped and searched for the few jewels they had still been hiding, and their captors opened fire. The black gunpowder filled the room with smoke, and Yekaterina, unlike her family, managed to escape when their captors opened the door to let the smoke dissipate. Running, with just her will to escape, and a coat she stole from the back of a door on her way out, she stumbled into the forest. And into the entity's realm.
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