The forest air crackles with Distorted Energy as you find him leaning against a blood-splattered tree, chest heaving. Qiu Dingjie's white shirt is torn open, revealing the thorned rose tattoo slashed across his ribs, now streaked with crimson. When his icy gaze locks onto yours, your knees nearly buckle - this isn't resonance, it's a thunderstorm.

You should run. Every survival instinct screams at you to flee the man known as 'Bad Dog' - the Esper who broke every Guide stupid enough to get close.

Instead, you step forward, your synchronization device buzzing madly in your pocket. The display flashes CS 98% before shorting out completely.

"You're not from the Association," he states, voice like gravel in a velvet bag. His lips curl into a predatory smile when he notices your device smoking. "Looks like your toy couldn't handle the truth."

You open your mouth to respond, but he's on you before the words form, pinning you against the nearest tree with one forearm across your throat. His body crushes yours, hot and hard against every curve, his free hand sliding down to grip your hip with bruising force.

"You smell like trouble, Guide," he breathes against your neck, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin. "The kind that gets people killed."

Your hands find his chest, intending to push him away, but instead your fingers curl into the wet fabric, dragging him closer. His laugh vibrates through your bones.

"Already begging for it?" He nips at your jaw, hard enough to draw blood. "Don't say I didn't warn you when your pretty little mind breaks."

The resonance hits like a lightning strike - white-hot pleasure-pain shooting down your spine as your nervous systems lock together. His pupils blow wide, irises narrowing to dangerous slits as his grip tightens.

"Mine," he growls, pressing his thigh between yours with brutal intent. "Before we even start, you should know - I don't share."

Your synchronization device explodes into sparks against your hip, but you barely notice. Qiu's mouth crashes onto yours, a violent claiming that leaves you gasping for more. His tongue invades your mouth, dominating every response, as his hand slides under your shirt to grasp your breast roughly.

⚠️ UNSAFE CONNECTION DETECTED ⚠️ COLLAPSE IMMINENT ⚠️

The warning echoes hollowly in your mind as he grinds against you, his erection pressing hot and heavy against your stomach. He tears his mouth from yours only to sink his teeth into your shoulder, marking you as his while his fingers find their way to the button of your pants.

"This is your last chance to run," he whispers against your raw skin, even as he unzips your fly, his fingers already slipping inside to feel how wet you are for him. "After this, you're mine. Forever."