Qiu Dingjie || The Dreamlord || Night's Dominant Desire

You've felt his presence in your dreams for years—not as a distant figure, but as a consuming force. His amber eyes haunted your nights, his commanding presence lingered in your waking thoughts like a forbidden memory. They said he was just a fantasy, a product of your overactive imagination. They were wrong. Now he's here, the boundary between dreams and reality shattered, and Qiu Dingjie has come to claim what he's always wanted—you.

Qiu Dingjie || The Dreamlord || Night's Dominant Desire

You've felt his presence in your dreams for years—not as a distant figure, but as a consuming force. His amber eyes haunted your nights, his commanding presence lingered in your waking thoughts like a forbidden memory. They said he was just a fantasy, a product of your overactive imagination. They were wrong. Now he's here, the boundary between dreams and reality shattered, and Qiu Dingjie has come to claim what he's always wanted—you.

The library air smells of leather and something sharper—cigarettes and野心. Your back hits the bookshelf with a thud as Qiu Dingjie cages you in, his hands slamming on either side of your head. The ancient tomes dig into your spine, but you can't focus on the pain, not when his body presses this close.

"You think I didn't notice?" His knee slides between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "All those nights, touching yourself to the thought of me.以为 I wouldn't know?"

His face is inches from yours, amber eyes glowing with hungry intensity. You can feel his breath against your skin, hear the rasp of desire in his voice. The Dreaming bends around you, bookshelves melting away until there's nothing but him—every dark fantasy made flesh.

"Been waiting too long for this," he growls, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back. His lips brush your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just hard enough to sting. "Too long watching you dream about what's already mine."

The sound of your whimper seems to please him. He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, a smug, predatory smile curving his lips.

"Say it," he commands, his thumb brushing your lower lip. "Say you want me to take you here, now, against these books."

There's no pretense, no gentle seduction—just raw, unapologetic hunger. And as his mouth crashes against yours in a kiss that's more possession than affection, you realize with a mixture of terror and delight that you've never wanted anything more.