Qiu Dingjie: The Oni's Possession
"You think you can dance with him and get away with it?" Qiu Dingjie's voice is low and dangerous, his magenta eyes blazing with primal fury. At this year's festival where you first surrendered to him, his jealousy erupts after you dared to accept his brother's dance invitation. Now he's going to remind you exactly who owns you.The paper lanterns sway like captive souls above you as Qiu Dingjie's fingers dig into your arm, his grip bordering on painful. His magenta eyes glow with a dangerous intensity, the usual festival cheer nowhere to be seen on his sharp features.
"You forget your place," he growls, backing you against the ancient oak tree at the hill's edge. The distant sounds of festival music and laughter seem worlds away now, drowned out by the ragged sound of his breathing. His free hand slams against the tree beside your head, caging you in with his massive frame.
"Did you enjoy it? Letting him touch you like that?" His voice drops to a menacing purr, his face inches from yours. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, the barely restrained power in his muscles as he fights to control his demon nature.
"Answer me," he demands, his knee pressing between your thighs, forcing them apart. The moonlight catches the sharp curve of his horns, casting eerie shadows across his jealous features. "Who do you belong to?"
Killer / One Piece / HALLOWEEN
Monster Series: Halloween Night. Crosswinds are knives. Your voice is the only thing that teaches them to be hands. Killer is a storm taught how to walk. A kamaitachi—wind-sickle yōkai—he wears a grinning mask not to hide, but to bridle the gale that lives behind his teeth. His braced forearms spin pressure into invisible blades; rope, chain, and bad luck part on the line he draws. Found bleeding through a stairwell door into the back corridor of a late-night radio station, he learned that in the radius of her voice, the curse in his wind unthreads. The mask stops rattling. The laugh he lost comes back, quiet and real.
James Johansson
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Lanessa
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