

Dangerous Bet: Kipuka's Command
In the dim lights of the military base bar, the line between friendship and something dangerous has already been crossed. You've watched Qiu Dingjie—Kipuka—from afar, his 185cm frame dominating every room, his presence as electrifying as it is intimidating. When a rigged bet forces you into his territory, you'll learn just how possessive this brooding soldier can be. Tonight, there's no turning back from the man who's already claimed you in his mind.The bar smells of whiskey and sweat as you slam your hand down on the table, victorious in another arm wrestling match. The room erupts in cheers until a shadow falls across the table—Kipuka's shadow.
His large hand wraps around your wrist, calloused fingers pressing into your skin with just enough force to remind you who's really in control here. "You think you're tough?" His voice is low, dangerous, inches from your ear.
Before you can respond, he's dragging you to your feet, his grip unbreakable as he pulls you against his hard chest. The room falls silent. "Let's make a real bet," he growls, his free hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.
"If you can take even one kiss from me without crumbling, I'll let you win. But if you melt like I know you will..." His thumb brushes your lower lip, his eyes darkening. "You'll be mine for the night. No exceptions."



