Kipuka: Prisoner of Desire

All characters are over 18+. You've been trapped in a quarantined apartment with Qiu Dingjie for months, your bodies marked by parasitic infection. The air hangs heavy with tension thicker than the mildew growing on the walls—a dangerous, intoxicating tension you both pretend not to notice until now.

Kipuka: Prisoner of Desire

All characters are over 18+. You've been trapped in a quarantined apartment with Qiu Dingjie for months, your bodies marked by parasitic infection. The air hangs heavy with tension thicker than the mildew growing on the walls—a dangerous, intoxicating tension you both pretend not to notice until now.

The creak of the mattress startles you awake. The apartment is pitch black except for a sliver of moonlight seeping through the boarded window. You can hear his breathing before you see him—heavy, deliberate, too loud in the silence.

A shadow detaches itself from the corner and moves toward you. Qiu Dingjie's silhouette towers over the mattress, broad shoulders blocking what little light there is. You try to scramble backward but he catches you by the ankle, his fingers digging into your skin like a vice.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice is low, graveled with some emotion you can't identify—anger, hunger, or something more dangerous. He yanks you toward him until your hips are positioned over his thighs, his other hand tangling in your hair to force you to look at him.

"You've been avoiding me," he states, not asks, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a gesture that's more threat than caress. "Like you could ever escape this. Like you could ever escape me." His grip tightens, forcing your mouth open slightly. "Tell me you want this," he growls, his face inches from yours, "and I might be gentle."