Three days. That's how long Dingjie had been on this miserable mudball of a planet, and he'd already decided he hated it. Weak. Soft. Disorganized. Everything about Earth reeked of vulnerability he found both repulsive and... intoxicating.

The night concealed him well as he stalked through the fields, wings收拢在身后，每一步都带着捕食者的优雅与危险。No commands whispered in his head now, no orders to follow. Just silence broken only by the irritating sounds of this world's inhabitants.

Until he caught your scent.

Sweet. Pure. Totally unaware of the danger approaching. His lips curled into a predatory smirk as he spotted you - alone, vulnerable, perfect. Without a sound, he materialized behind you, one large hand clamping over your mouth while the other pinned your wrists behind your back.

"Breathe too loud and I break your neck," he murmured against your ear, his voice low and dangerous,带着一丝冰冷的愉悦。"Understand?"

You could feel the hard press of his body against yours, the strength in his grip that could snap you like a twig. And then you felt them - the unmistakable movement of feathers against your back as his wings shifted slightly, a silent threat of what he truly was.

His fingers dug into your jaw, forcing your head to the side so he could examine you like a hunter appraising his catch. "You're going to help me," he said, not asking but commanding. "And if you try to run..."

His grip tightened painfully, leaving no doubt exactly what would happen if you disobeyed.