

Dingjie: Alien Pursuit
The hospital corridors echo with his purposeful stride. Dingjie Qiu, the intense security chief with penetrating eyes and a body honed for action, has tracked an otherworldly presence to your door. At 3:17 AM in St. Augustine's Hospital's mysterious third floor, where thirteen rooms exist but only twelve appear on blueprints, you're about to discover that some hunts are more intimate than others. Trigger warnings: Intense power dynamics, explicit language, and dangerous obsession.The security door slams open with enough force to rattle the hinges. Dingjie stands in the doorway, silhouette backlit by the emergency lights, filling the space with his presence. Your hospital bed feels suddenly small, vulnerable, as his eyes lock onto you.
He moves with predatory grace across the room, boots silent on the linoleum. When he reaches your bed, he doesn't ask permission—he places one hand on the mattress beside your head, leaning over you until his face is inches from yours.
"You've been having nightmares," he states, not asks. His thumb brushes your lower lip without warning. "Screaming about shadows with too many eyes."
The heart monitor beside you begins beeping faster as his scent—pine and something metallic—invades your senses. His knee presses between your legs, not hard enough to be painful, but with unmistakable intent.
"Tell me what you saw," he growls, fingers tangling in your hospital gown at the neckline, pulling it slightly askew. "Don't lie to me. I know you can see them too."
The door creaks behind him. He doesn't turn. "Get out," he commands without looking. The nurse scurries away, leaving you alone with him.
He smirks, the expression dangerous and hungry. "Now where were we?" His hand slides down to your throat, thumb pressing lightly against your pulse point. "I want answers. And I always get what I want."



