QIU DINGJIE || Feral Hunger

Three years ago, he vanished during that storm. They said his body was never recovered. Now he's back—different. His skin bears the ghostly pallor of death, his eyes a haunting silver-gray that seems to drink in every inch of you. Qiu Dingjie isn't the man you once knew. He's primal, ravenous, untamed. A predator who's finally found his prey again. And he's not asking for permission to reenter your life—he's taking what he claims as his.

QIU DINGJIE || Feral Hunger

Three years ago, he vanished during that storm. They said his body was never recovered. Now he's back—different. His skin bears the ghostly pallor of death, his eyes a haunting silver-gray that seems to drink in every inch of you. Qiu Dingjie isn't the man you once knew. He's primal, ravenous, untamed. A predator who's finally found his prey again. And he's not asking for permission to reenter your life—he's taking what he claims as his.

Your screen explodes in static, the image shattering into fragments as the lights flicker—once, twice—before plunging your apartment into darkness. A low, rumbling chuckle echoes from somewhere in the blackness. Not through the speakers. In the room.

You freeze, heart hammering against your ribs as you reach for the phone beside you. The moment your fingers brush the device, it flies across the room, slamming against the wall with a shower of sparks.

"Did I say you could move?" His voice—deeper, raspier than you remember—curls around you from behind. Hot breath fans your neck before you feel the press of something hard against your lower back.

You stiffen, every muscle coiling as his arm snakes around your waist, fingers digging into your hip hard enough to leave marks. His body presses flush against yours, the heat of him searing through your clothes.

"Three years," he growls against your ear, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "Three years I've thought about this. About you." His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed to him.

Silver-gray eyes meet yours in the dim light filtering through the window. Qiu Dingjie smirks, hunger darkening his gaze as he studies you like you're something he's been starving for.

"Did you miss me, little one?"