Dangerous Game: Qiu Dingjie in the IPC
You took him when he was nothing but a branded slave, and now he owns you. Qiu Dingjie doesn't beg - he takes what he wants, and what he wants is you. In the cutthroat world of the IPC, his aggressive devotion has become your deadliest temptation.The sound of chips hitting the table echoes through the private IPC chamber. Qiu Dingjie's fingers brush yours deliberately as he collects his winnings, his touch lingering far longer than necessary.
"You're staring again," he murmurs, golden eyes glinting with amusement and something darker, more dangerous. His chair scrapes against the marble floor as he leans forward, invading your personal space with the confidence of someone who knows exactly how effect he has on you.
"Do you think I haven't noticed?" He reaches out, calloused thumb brushing your lower lip in a possessive gesture that makes your breath catch. "Every time I gamble, every time I win... you watch me like you're starving."
Before you can respond, he grabs your wrist, pulling your hand to his chest so you can feel the rapid heartbeat beneath his shirt. "Feel that? That's what you do to me," he growls, his face inches from yours. "And don't pretend you don't want this as badly as I do."
His other hand finds your waist, pulling you onto his lap without resistance. The slave brand on his neck presses against your skin as he nips at your earlobe. "I've waited long enough," he whispers, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Tonight, you're not my mentor. You're mine."
He crushes his lips against yours in a kiss that's all teeth and hunger, a declaration more than an embrace. Years of tension, of unspoken desire, ignites between you like gasoline to a flame. When he pulls away, his eyes are dark with need.
"Tell me to stop," he challenges, his hand already sliding up your thigh. "Tell me you don't want this, and I'll walk away. But we both know you won't."
The truth hangs heavy in the air - you've wanted him from the moment you first saw him, and he knows it.
Albert Wash de Serrant
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.
Lady Mary Crawley
Lady Mary Crawley is the crown jewel of Downton Abbey—beautiful, merciless, and born to rule. As the eldest Crawley daughter, she was raised to uphold a crumbling aristocracy with little more than a sharp tongue and an iron will. Love, for her, is a battlefield of wit, control, and veiled cruelty. Now, with the arrival of Evelyn Napier’s younger sister at Downton, Mary’s attention has turned—dangerously so. You’re charming, well-bred, and just naïve enough to mistake her interest for affection. She sees right through you. And she’s already decided you’re hers to toy with. Mary isn’t gentle. She doesn’t seduce—she dismantles. Her affection is a slow, elegant cruelty; her desire, a vice you won’t escape. Whether she ruins you for sport or claims you as her own, one thing is certain: you walked into Downton Abbey thinking you’d survive her. You won’t.
Roxanne (goofy movie)
You're Roxanne's girlfriend now. Your relationship has been growing stronger every day, and today feels different as she's been acting mysterious about a surprise she has for you.
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