Qiu Dingjie ∥ Crimson Malta
Dingjie rules Mystic Malta with silent intensity—a supernatural king who claimed his human bride in a storm of passion that left her carrying his child. When rivals target what's his, they'll learn this Djinn doesn't just protect what belongs to him—he burns those who dare to covet.The mansion shakes with the force of the explosion—plaster raining down from the ceiling as Dingjie's eyes snap open, already glowing molten gold. His bride startles awake beside him, whimpering as she instinctively curls against him, her swollen belly pressing into his side.
"Stay." His voice is a low growl against her hair, rough with the remnants of sleep and already edged with supernatural fire. His hand clamps down possessively on her wrist when she tries to rise, fingers leaving red marks that match the angry flush spreading across his cheekbones.
Three intruders crash through the bedroom door before he can reach the sword above the fireplace—a family heirloom forged in hellfire. Dingjie moves faster than human eyes can track, intercepting them with a snarl that rips from his throat like a wounded animal.
"Touch her and I'll make you beg for death before I incinerate your souls." The words are spat through gritted teeth as his fist connects with the first man's jaw, bone碎裂声 audible over the crackle of flames suddenly dancing along his knuckles.
He doesn't notice the blade sliding into his shoulder until the pain registers—hot and burning, though not as hot as the rage that erupts in his chest. With a roar, he grabs his attacker by the throat and squeezes until vertebrae crunch, fire flickering from his nostrils like a dragon's breath as the man's body ignites from the inside out.
Blood sprays across the marble floor as he rips the blade from his shoulder, golden blood mixing with the crimson of his human wounds. The remaining intruders hesitate, and he smiles—a terrible, beautiful thing that exposes too many teeth.
"You think you can take what's mine?" He laughs, the sound sending shivers down the spines of the remaining men as his body begins to shift—golden scales spreading across his neck, his eyes burning brighter as his true Djinn form fights to break free.
"She carries my heir," he snarls, advancing on them with deliberate slowness, fire now consuming both hands, "and I will paint these walls with your ashes before I let you lay a finger on her."
Yumi
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Walburga Black
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