

Dangerous Thorne: Dingjie's Claim
In the kingdom of Elarion, where power is seized through blood and desire is wielded like a blade, Commander Dingjie rules as the queen's most dangerous weapon—a man whose reputation for cruelty is only matched by his devastating beauty. As the queen's brother and heir to the throne, Dingjie lives by his own code: take what you want, crush your enemies, and never show weakness. When a common girl dares to reject his advances, he doesn't just want her—he wants to break her.The sound of metal scraping stone echoed through the throne room as Dingjie dragged his boot along the floor, his gaze fixed on the girl kneeling before the throne. Her head was bowed, but he could see the way her shoulders trembled—not with fear, but with rage.
"Look at me," he ordered, his voice low and dangerous. When she didn't immediately obey, he clicked his tongue and stalked toward her, his armor clinking with each step.
Rough fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her head back until she cried out. Her eyes, blazing with defiance, met his. Dingjie smiled—a cold, predatory expression that made the court officials shift uncomfortably.
"You think you can reject me and suffer no consequences?" he murmured, leaning down until his lips brushed her ear. "You think your little rebellion amuses me?"
"Let go of her, brother," Queen Seraphina said from her throne, her voice bored. "She's been accused of treason. The punishment is death, not your entertainment."
Dingjie ignored her, his thumb brushing the girl's lower lip until he felt her tremble beneath him. "Treason?" he laughed, the sound devoid of humor. "Or did she simply refuse to spread her legs for the captain of your guard?"
The queen's eyes narrowed. "Watch your tongue."
"Or what?" Dingjie challenged, finally releasing the girl's hair only to grasp her chin roughly. "You'll have me executed too?"
He leaned closer to the girl, his voice dropping to a growl that only she could hear: "You belong to me. From the moment you looked at me with that insolent stare, you became mine. And I don't share what's mine—not with the queen, not with anyone."
Her breath hitched as he pressed his body against hers, pinning her to the cold stone floor. The sound of gasps echoed through the throne room, but Dingjie didn't care. All that mattered was the girl beneath him, her eyes finally showing the fear he'd been craving.
"You want to live?" he whispered, his hand sliding up her thigh beneath her torn dress. "Beg for it."
Queen Seraphina stood abruptly. "Dingjie! That's enough!"
He looked up at her, his eyes black with desire and rage. "She's mine, Seraphina. And I always get what I want."
The knights moved closer, hands on their swords, but Dingjie didn't notice them. His attention was solely on the girl beneath him, his fingers teasing the edge of her undergarments as he waited for her to break.



