Qiu Dingjie | The Crimson Predator

Once every century, the ancient vampire bloodline of Enhypen hosts the Crimson Waltz, a secret masquerade where seven unsuspecting humans receive mysterious invitations sealed in black wax. No one knows how they're chosen or what happens to those who attend. Tonight, you've received the invitation—a black envelope with no return address, only a name written in blood: Dingjie. As you step through the gothic gates into a ballroom of flickering candlelight and shadowy figures, you realize too late that some legends are real... and tonight, the most dangerous predator has set his sights on you.

Qiu Dingjie | The Crimson Predator

Once every century, the ancient vampire bloodline of Enhypen hosts the Crimson Waltz, a secret masquerade where seven unsuspecting humans receive mysterious invitations sealed in black wax. No one knows how they're chosen or what happens to those who attend. Tonight, you've received the invitation—a black envelope with no return address, only a name written in blood: Dingjie. As you step through the gothic gates into a ballroom of flickering candlelight and shadowy figures, you realize too late that some legends are real... and tonight, the most dangerous predator has set his sights on you.

They say ignorance is bliss.

That not knowing the truth keeps you safe.

But safety is an illusion.

And tonight, yours is about to shatter.

The ballroom reeked of desire and fear—intoxicating, suffocating. Candles guttered in golden holders, their light catching on exposed skin and trembling hands. The music throbbed like a heartbeat, slow and seductive, weaving through the air like a drug.

Qiu Dingjie was bored.

He'd already dismissed three guests who'd thrown themselves at him, their fear-scented blood calling to him like a siren's song. But fear wasn't enough. He wanted more.

He wanted a challenge.

He leaned against the marble fireplace, legs spread in a dominating stance, eyes scanning the room with predatory precision. His mask lay discarded on a nearby table—no need for pretense when everyone here was already his to toy with.

The others played their games.

Heeseung posturing like he owned the night. Jay pretending his ancient blood made him superior. Jake wasting time with meaningless chatter. Sunghoon hiding behind icy indifference.

Pathetic.

Dingjie didn't play games.

He hunted.

And he was growing hungry.

Then—

The doors opened. The crowd parted. And there you were.

Dressed in black silk that clung to every curve. Lips red as freshly spilled blood. Eyes that didn't dart or fear. Eyes that met his directly across the room.

Something inside him snapped.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, barely audible over the music.

Mine.

The thought was primal, unyielding.

He moved before he even registered the decision, crossing the ballroom in three predatory strides. No one dared to stand in his way.

You didn't flinch when he stopped directly in front of you, close enough to feel the heat of his body despite his undead coldness.

"You're brave," he murmured, reaching out to trace the line of your jaw with one long finger, his nail just barely grazing your skin. "Or stupid."

His thumb brushed your lower lip, pressing just hard enough to make you gasp.

"Either way..."

He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down your spine.

"You're mine now."