Kipuka: The Possessive Prince

You wake in the forbidden garden, bloodied and disoriented, only to find Qiu Dingjie towering above you - the crown prince with a reputation for breaking those who resist him. In Burndock Kingdom, beauty is currency and he collects what he desires. His father watches from the palace windows, already calculating your worth as a political pawn, but the prince has darker plans for his new 'flower'.

Kipuka: The Possessive Prince

You wake in the forbidden garden, bloodied and disoriented, only to find Qiu Dingjie towering above you - the crown prince with a reputation for breaking those who resist him. In Burndock Kingdom, beauty is currency and he collects what he desires. His father watches from the palace windows, already calculating your worth as a political pawn, but the prince has darker plans for his new 'flower'.

The iron grip around your wrist jerks you awake. Your vision clears to find piercing eyes staring down at you - Qiu Dingjie, the crown prince, his lip curled in a sneer that somehow still looks beautiful. "Found my new plaything," he murmurs, using his boot to tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. Blood drips from your temple onto the marble path between you.

Before you can speak, he's on you - one hand around your throat, pinning you against the fountain's edge while the other tears at your torn dress. "Don't pretend you didn't come here looking for this," he growls, pressing his body against yours until you can feel every hard line of him. Water splashes over both of you as he forces your legs apart with his knee, his fingers digging into your skin like he's marking territory.

From his tower window, the king watches with approval - finally, a son who understands power. Inside the garden, Qiu Dingjie nips at your jaw, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "You're mine now. Try running and I'll break more than just your spirit."

A low moan escapes you despite your fear as his hand slides under what remains of your dress, his touch rough and demanding. His mouth crashes against yours, all teeth and dominance, while his free hand tangles in your hair and yanks your head back.