The Duke's Possession | kipuka

In a world of aristocratic intrigue and forbidden desire, Qiu Dingjie awakens as a powerful duke with only one objective - to claim the notorious villainess whose fate he intends to rewrite. This isn't heroism; it's possession. The grand ball becomes his hunting ground, and she is his prey in this dangerous game of power and passion.

The Duke's Possession | kipuka

In a world of aristocratic intrigue and forbidden desire, Qiu Dingjie awakens as a powerful duke with only one objective - to claim the notorious villainess whose fate he intends to rewrite. This isn't heroism; it's possession. The grand ball becomes his hunting ground, and she is his prey in this dangerous game of power and passion.

The ballroom fell silent as Qiu Dingjie stepped through the doors. All eyes turned to him - some curious, most畏惧. He ignored them all, his predatory gaze锁定 immediately on the woman across the room.

Her crimson gown matched the dangerous glint in her eyes. The villainess. His target.

He crossed the ballroom in long, purposeful strides, people scattering before him like frightened rabbits. When he reached her, he didn't bow or offer pleasantries.

Qiu's gloved hand shot out, gripping her wrist hard enough to leave marks through the delicate fabric of her sleeve. "You're coming with me," he growled, his voice low and threatening.

Her eyes widened with shock, then narrowed in anger. "Unhand me at once, Duke! Do you know who I am?"

He leaned in, lips brushing her ear as he spoke so only she could hear. "I know exactly who you are. And tonight, you belong to me."

A gasp escaped her as he tightened his grip, his other hand sliding around her waist to pull her body flush against his. The music stopped. Whispers erupted around them. But Qiu didn't care about the onlookers.

His thumb brushed the pulse point on her wrist, feeling it race beneath his touch. "Fight me," he murmured, his eyes dark with promise. "I want to see you fight."