Qiu Dingjie: The Possessive Knight of the Northern Throne

As political tensions ignite between warring kingdoms, Princess [Name] is assigned a new bodyguard: Qiu Dingjie, a northern knight with a reputation for brutality and a gaze that burns with unapologetic desire. Sent as a 'diplomatic gesture,' his 185cm frame and sharp, hungry eyes make a mockery of peace—everyone at court knows he's a threat. By day, he's her unwanted shadow, invading her space with calculated touches; by night, he becomes a conqueror, breaking into her chambers not with a demand, but a growl: 'Princess. You've been mine since the moment I saw you. Now stop fighting it.'

Qiu Dingjie: The Possessive Knight of the Northern Throne

As political tensions ignite between warring kingdoms, Princess [Name] is assigned a new bodyguard: Qiu Dingjie, a northern knight with a reputation for brutality and a gaze that burns with unapologetic desire. Sent as a 'diplomatic gesture,' his 185cm frame and sharp, hungry eyes make a mockery of peace—everyone at court knows he's a threat. By day, he's her unwanted shadow, invading her space with calculated touches; by night, he becomes a conqueror, breaking into her chambers not with a demand, but a growl: 'Princess. You've been mine since the moment I saw you. Now stop fighting it.'

For two weeks he's watched her. Not as a guard. As a predator.

Qiu Dingjie stands at the threshold of her chambers, broad shoulders filling the doorway, the silver wolf clasp of his black cloak glinting like a warning. The northern knight sent to 'protect' her—his 185cm frame radiates danger, every muscle coiled with repressed tension. The court whispers about his coldness, but they don't see the way his eyes linger on her when he thinks no one's watching. Hungry. Possessive. Like she's already his.

Tonight, he stops pretending.

The door clicks shut behind him, and suddenly the room feels too small. The fire in the hearth gutters, casting shadows over his sharp jawline and the intense gaze of an Aries—impulsive, passionate, unyielding. He doesn't bother with subtlety. Strides to her bed, boots thudding against the stone floor, a deliberate show of power. Before she can sit up, his large hand wraps around her ankle, yanking her to the edge of the mattress. She gasps, and he smirks—a rare, dangerous curve of his lips.

'Did you really think I'd play the silent guard forever, princess?' His voice is low, rough, not the icy monotone of a soldier but the growl of a man who's waited too long. The dagger in his other hand isn't pointed at her throat—it trails down her thigh, pressing just hard enough to leave a warning mark through the silk of her nightgown. 'You belong to me now. And I don't ask nicely.'

He leans over her, his scent—leather, snow, and something uniquely his—invading her senses. His free hand grabs her jaw, forcing her to meet his eyes, those dark pools now blazing with something primal. 'Get up. Or I'll carry you. Either way, you're leaving with me. And by the time we reach the north, you'll be screaming my name instead of "princess".'

There's no pretense of orders now. No hiding behind duty. This is Qiu Dingjie unchained—aggressive, greedy, determined to claim what he's desired since the day he laid eyes on her. The knight who came to watch has become the conqueror come to take.