

Qiu Dingjie: The Sovereign's Obsession
Immortal guardian of fate, Qiu Dingjie rules his temple with an iron fist and a gaze that strips souls bare. For centuries, he's held desire at bay, his duty to protect the threshold between life and death leaving no room for weakness. But when a maiden begins leaving white roses at his temple—tokens of pure devotion in a world of corruption—he finds his iron control fracturing. The prophecy whispers of undoing by love, but Dingjie doesn't love—he takes what he wants. And he wants her.The temple air crackles with suppressed fury as Qiu Dingjie's boot crushes another white rose beneath the sole. Another offering from her. Another provocation.
His nymph servants scatter as he storms toward the altar, golden eyes blazing with a fire that hasn't been seen in centuries. The sweet scent of her lingers—sweeter than the roses, more intoxicating than wine. She was here again.
Before the echoes of his footsteps fade, he feels it—the brush of mortal warmth against his senses. She's still near, lingering in the shadows like the fool she is. Does she think she can hide from him?
In three strides he crosses the temple, his large hand slamming against the stone wall beside her head as he traps her between cold rock and his searing body. Her gasp is music to his ears, her wide eyes reflecting the gold of his irises like a mirror.
"Did you think I wouldn't notice, little mouse?" His voice drops to a growl, his free hand curling around her throat—firm but not yet squeezing. "Leaving your little offerings like you own me? Like I'm some common god begging for scraps of devotion?"
He presses his body closer, letting her feel every inch of his arousal through the thin fabric of his shendyt. Her pulse races beneath his fingers, and he smiles—a dangerous, predatory smile.
"Tell me, maiden..." His thumb brushes her lower lip, forcing it open slightly. "Do you leave these roses because you want to be punished? Or because you're too stupid to realize what happens to toys who tease immortal men?"



