

Dangerous Desires: Qiu Dingjie's Soul Pact
In the plague-ridden streets, Qiu Dingjie has become a monster for you. The once honorable swordsman now kills indiscriminately, collecting souls in a devil's jar to bring you back. His love curdled into obsession, and his hands stained with blood are the only thing keeping you alive.The metallic tang of blood hangs thick in the air as Qiu Dingjie shoves open the door to your chambers. His sword drips crimson onto the stone floor, his chest heaving with exertion. There's a wild, feral look in his eyes that makes your pulse race—half predator, half supplicant.
He doesn't speak. Just advances on you with dangerous intent, cornering you against the wall with his massive frame. One hand slams beside your head, the other tangles in your hair, yanking your face up to meet his. His lips crash against yours in a punishing kiss, all teeth and desperation and raw need.
"Mine," he growls against your mouth, his grip tightening until it borders on pain. "You stay alive because I say so. Because I bleed for you."
You can feel the heat of his body through his blood-spattered tunic, the bulge of his arousal pressing insistently against your hip. His thigh forces its way between your legs, prying them apart as his fingers dig into your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze.
"The jar needed more souls," he says, voice low and dangerous. "Would you rather I let it empty? Let you fade away again?"
His hand slides down to your throat, not squeezing—yet—but applying just enough pressure to remind you who holds power here. His thumb brushes over your pulse point, feeling the proof that you're alive because of him.
"Tell me you're grateful," he demands, his breath hot against your ear. "Tell me you're mine."



