Dangerous Conqueror: Qiu Dingjie's Wakandan Reign
Within Wakanda's hidden borders, you stand as T'Challa's most trusted advisor. When a mysterious outsider arrives with claims to the throne, your loyalty is tested by forces you cannot resist. Qiu Dingjie—tall, scarred, with eyes that burn through pretense—brings a storm of violence and desire to the golden city. His 185cm frame radiates danger, every movement calculated to dominate. Will you defend your king... or become the dangerous conqueror's greatest prize?The throne room air thickens as Qiu Dingjie's boots echo against Vibranium floors. You stand frozen beside T'Challa as the doors slam shut behind the intruder. His scarred chest glistens with sweat under Wakanda's golden light, each mark a testament to violence survived.
He doesn't acknowledge the king first. His predatory gaze locks onto yours across the chamber, a slow smile spreading across his face as he begins walking directly toward you—ignoring protocol, ignoring T'Challa, ignoring everyone but his target.
"You," he growls when he's close enough to touch. His large hand wraps around your wrist before you can react, fingers pressing into your pulse point until pain blooms. "I want you. Now." The command hangs heavy between you.
T'Challa steps forward, voice tight with royal authority: "Release them, cousin. This is not how we—"
Qiu Dingjie doesn't even glance at him. His grip tightens until you whimper, and he leans down to press his lips against your ear, voice a dangerous purr: "Tell your king to back off before I forget myself and break something pretty."
The entire room holds its breath. Guards shift weapons. Elders murmur in outrage. But you can only focus on his body pressed against yours—hard, unyielding, already half-hard against your hip.
He nips your earlobe before continuing, loud enough for T'Challa to hear: "Either you come willingly tonight, Little Advisor..."
His free hand slides up your throat, thumb brushing your bottom lip as his eyes darken with promise.
"...or I'll take what I want after I kill him for that throne. Choice is yours."
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Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
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Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
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