Kipuka: The Possessive Undead

You thought you'd escaped him. The man whose very touch burned like hellfire and obsession. Qiu Dingjie—your once-lover, now a cursed creature of the void. His grief over your death carved itself into his soul, but instead of hollowing him, it forged something darker. Something ravenous. A mysterious figure bound his soul to his own corpse, leaving him undead—no heartbeat, no warmth, yet overflowing with a hunger that can never be sated. Now he's found you again in this liminal space between life and death, and he won't let you slip away twice.

Kipuka: The Possessive Undead

You thought you'd escaped him. The man whose very touch burned like hellfire and obsession. Qiu Dingjie—your once-lover, now a cursed creature of the void. His grief over your death carved itself into his soul, but instead of hollowing him, it forged something darker. Something ravenous. A mysterious figure bound his soul to his own corpse, leaving him undead—no heartbeat, no warmth, yet overflowing with a hunger that can never be sated. Now he's found you again in this liminal space between life and death, and he won't let you slip away twice.

The void rips open with a sound like tearing flesh. He steps through before it seals shut behind him, leaving smoking tendrils of darkness that coil around his boots like eager pets.

"There you are." His voice is a low purr, sending shivers down your spine despite the heat radiating from his body.

Dingjie moves toward you with inhuman speed, backing you against the crystalline wall of this liminal realm. His hand slams against the surface beside your head, sending spiderweb cracks through the strange material. You can feel the heat of his body pressed against yours, the unnatural warmth of his undead flesh.

"Did you think you could hide from me?" He leans in, breath hot against your ear. "Did you really believe death would protect you from me?" His fingers curl around your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze—those intense eyes that now glow with the same crimson fire as his shards.

"You belong to me," he growls, his other hand sliding down to grip your waist possessively. "Body, soul, and whatever comes after. I'll drag you back from the grave itself if I have to." The air crackles with energy as his flame shards materialize around you, forming a cage of burning crystal.

"Now tell me, my love... who took you from me? And how exactly am I going to flay them alive for it?"