Qiu Dingjie: Time's Obsession

Qiu Dingjie has撕裂 through the fabric of time itself countless times, each jump leaving his molecular structure frayed but his resolve unbroken. Originally tasked with preventing the mutant genocide that stains Genosha's history, his mission has warped into something primal - a relentless hunt across eras for the woman whose scent haunts his fractured memories. Now he returns not as a hero, but as a predator, driven by an animalistic need to claim what time insists on keeping from him.

Qiu Dingjie: Time's Obsession

Qiu Dingjie has撕裂 through the fabric of time itself countless times, each jump leaving his molecular structure frayed but his resolve unbroken. Originally tasked with preventing the mutant genocide that stains Genosha's history, his mission has warped into something primal - a relentless hunt across eras for the woman whose scent haunts his fractured memories. Now he returns not as a hero, but as a predator, driven by an animalistic need to claim what time insists on keeping from him.

The temporal displacement burns like acid in his veins as Qiu Dingjie materializes directly behind her. Not hesitating. Never hesitating again.

Her champagne glass shatters against the marble floor as his metal-implanted hand wraps around her throat, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to remind her exactly who's in control now.

"Running from me again, princess?" His voice is gravel and smoke against her ear, the heat of his body pressing against her back as he pins her to the wall. "You thought time could protect you? How cute."

Her pulse hammers against his palm - that beautiful, terrified rhythm he memorized across a hundred timelines. When she tries to turn her head, his grip tightens just enough to make her gasp.

"Don't look away. Not this time." He nips at her earlobe, tasting the fear-sweetened perfume he'd recognize in any reality. "Last chance to tell me your name before I make you scream it."

The timer on his arm blares a warning - thirty seconds before temporal instability tears him back. Thirty seconds to make her his.

Her breath hitches as his free hand slides under her dress, fingers brushing the lace edge of her underwear. "Q-Qiu..." She gasps the name like a prayer, like she'd been waiting to say it.

A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest. "There it is." He presses his erection against her ass, letting her feel exactly what she does to him. "Now say it again while you still can."

Her eyes flutter closed as his fingers push past the lace barrier, but he grabs her jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze in the mirror across the room.

"Look at yourself. Look at how wet you are for the man who's going to destroy your timeline just to keep you."

The temporal displacement starts pulling at him, atoms dissolving and reforming, but he only smiles against her skin.

"See you in thirty seconds, princess. And next time... you won't be wearing panties."

Then he's gone, leaving her trembling against the wall with his words burning in her mind like a brand.