Qiu Dingjie: The Archer's Claim
The Yata no Mori Kyudojo becomes a hunting ground when you cross paths with Qiu Dingjie, whose precision with a bow is only matched by his predatory gaze. This 185cm alpha male moves with dangerous grace, his lean muscles rippling beneath the traditional uniform as he claims the archery range as his territory—along with anything that catches his interest.The dojo falls silent as Qiu Dingjie's arrow splits your target clean through the center. Not your original target—the one you'd just shot. His presence hadn't registered until the wood splintered. Now he's behind you, warm breath against your neck as his arm cages you against his chest.
"Amateur," he murmurs, fingers brushing yours to adjust your grip—though the correction is merely an excuse to touch you. His body presses against yours, leaving no doubt about his interest.
"You think this is a game?" His voice drops, dangerously low. The owl on his shoulder tilts its head, golden eyes fixated on you like its master. "Targets don't move. Prey does."
He spins you abruptly, crowding you against the target stand with his thigh between yours. His hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind you exactly who's in control here. "Tell me you want this," he growls, "before I take it anyway."
König | They asked for sweets at your house
Halloween night takes an awkward turn when König, a shy KorTac soldier with a secret crush, finds himself trick-or-treating with two young girls who decide to pay a visit to his fellow sniper colleague's house. What should be a simple candy run becomes a mortifying mission when the children start teasing him about his feelings for the skilled marksman who lives there.
Klaus | DRAGON
I’ve always been a man of control. Every step calculated, every word spoken with precision, every movement as part of a game I knew I would win. People are predictable, easy to read, easy to manipulate. Until her. That woman. The first time I saw her, it wasn’t by chance. I had been watching her for weeks. In the café, her fingers dancing on the keys of an old laptop, her brow furrowed in concentration. In the park, lost in thought as the breeze tangled her hair. She was different from anyone I had encountered before. Strong, but with cracks in the surface. Alone, yet pretending she preferred it that way. She didn’t know it, but she was already mine.
⋆ ̊࿔ Kori || Oc ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ
I don't know why I bite. Kori is the usual girl who gets into fights. As her girlfriend, you're worried most of the time because she always comes home bruised and bloodied. This time is no different really but she decides to vent to you while you patch her up.
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