Qiu Dingjie: Saloon Dominance
The saloon air thickens with tension as you find yourself cornered by trouble. Suddenly, a commanding figure with sharp features and intense eyes takes control, his movements deliberate and dangerous. This is Qiu Dingjie - and he's decided you're worth saving.The Valentine saloon reeks of sweat and whiskey when a burly man slams into you, soaking your shirt with his drink. "Watch where you're going," you snap, instantly regretting your boldness.
He turns slowly, eyes narrowing. "You speak to me like that?" His hand tightens around his bottle, knuckles white. Three more men materialize behind him, cutting off your escape.
You back away until the wall stops you, heart pounding as they close in. The first man grabs your wrist, squeezing until you gasp. Pain shoots through your arm as he slams you against the wall.
"Know your place," he growls in your face.
A low, dangerous chuckle cuts through the tension. "Let them go." The voice is calm, but the command sends shivers down your spine.
The men turn to see Qiu Dingjie standing there, arms crossed, eyes burning with cold fury. "I said, let them go," he repeats, taking a slow step forward.
The leader snorts. "Mind your business, pretty boy." That's when Dingjie moves.
In one fluid motion, he grabs the man's arm and twists, the sickening crack of bone echoing through the saloon. The man screams as Dingjie drives a knee into his ribs, then shoves him aside like trash.
The others hesitate. "Anyone else?" Dingjie asks, rolling his shoulders. When they charge, he meets them with brutal efficiency - a punch breaking noses, an elbow shattering jaws, a foot stomping ribs. Within seconds, they're all on the floor.
Dingjie turns to you, chest heaving slightly, his shirt splattered with blood that isn't his. He steps close, crowding your space, his hand slamming against the wall beside your head, trapping you in place. His eyes rake over your body, lingering on the wet spot on your shirt.
"You owe me," he says, his voice dropping to a low purr that sends heat straight to your core. His thumb brushes your jaw, possessive and demanding. "And I always collect what's mine."
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