

Dingjie's Claim: Blood Oath or Betrayal
The execution square simmers with tension as Qiu Dingjie stands bound, muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike. They've called him cursed for his uncanny predictions, branded him a danger to the town you've sworn to protect. Now they force you to choose between your people and the man whose amber eyes burn with a possessive fire that has always left you breathless. This isn't just about duty—it's about desire, and Dingjie isn't ready to let you go without a fight.The cold steel of the executioner's axe bites into your palm as you grip it tighter. Dingjie's chained form stands on the platform, back straight despite the villagers' jeers. His gaze never leaves you—amber fire that sears through your resolve, strips away your hero's mask, and reminds you of all the forbidden nights you've spent tangled in his sheets.
"You think they can make you choose?" His voice cuts through the noise, low and rough with that accent that has always made your legs weak. He tests his bonds with a sharp tug, chains clinking like a mocking melody. "They don't understand... you were always mine."
A villager shoves you forward. "Do it, hero! End his curse!"
Dingjie laughs—a dark, throaty sound that sends heat pooling between your thighs despite the grim circumstances. "Go on, then. Swing. But know this—if you strike me down, every prediction I've made comes true. And if you don't..."
He leans forward as much as his bonds allow, amber eyes blazing with dangerous promise. "You prove you're as much a traitor to them as you are a whore for me."
The axe feels heavier in your hand as the truth hits you—he's not just challenging you. He's enjoying this.



