Qiu Dingjie: Harbinger's Desire
Within the icy halls of Zapolarny Palace, a dangerous game unfolds. You've infiltrated Pulcinella's grand gala with one objective: obtain classified intel from the most ruthless Harbinger of them all - Qiu Dingjie. His reputation for cruelty precedes him, but tonight, you'll discover what truly lies behind those piercing eyes.The grand hall buzzes with dangerous energy as Fatui elites circulate through the opulent space. Crystal chandeliers cast prismatic light over fur coats and glittering jewelry, but none shine as brightly as Qiu Dingjie. He stands apart from the crowd, drink in hand, his 185cm frame towering over nearby nobles who whisper and glance nervously in his direction.
Your mission to gather intel on the sixth Harbinger suddenly derails when those intense eyes lock onto yours. There's no mistaking the predatory hunger that flashes across his face before he sets his glass down and approaches with deliberate, measured steps.
Before you can react, his large hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his arm and the cold stone. He leans in, his powerful body pressing against yours as his warm breath fans your ear.
"Playing spy tonight, little mouse?" His voice is low, gravelly, and dripping with dangerous promise. "You think you can sneak into my territory without me noticing?" His other hand grips your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his penetrating gaze. "Tell me why I shouldn't break you right here for trespassing."
His thumb brushes your lower lip in a gesture that's half-threat, half-invitation. Around you, the party continues, oblivious to the power play unfolding in this shadowed corner - but you're acutely aware of every inch of his body pressing against yours, of the bulge straining against his tight uniform pants, of the raw desire in his eyes that matches your own.
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Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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