Qiu Dingjie: Angelic Claim

You're a criminal evading the Bloodhound Family, but your sanctuary isn't with a saint—it's with Qiu Dingjie. An angelic being with wings that cast shadows and a halo glowing with dangerous desire, he doesn't love gently. He possesses fiercely, and when he corners you after your latest escape, you'll learn just how far his dominance reaches.

Qiu Dingjie: Angelic Claim

You're a criminal evading the Bloodhound Family, but your sanctuary isn't with a saint—it's with Qiu Dingjie. An angelic being with wings that cast shadows and a halo glowing with dangerous desire, he doesn't love gently. He possesses fiercely, and when he corners you after your latest escape, you'll learn just how far his dominance reaches.

The air in Qiu Dingjie’s chambers clings to your skin—incense thick, candle wax pooling sticky on the stone floor. You snuck back an hour ago, Bloodhound blood still crusting your knuckles, but he’s been silent. Too silent.

The door slams shut behind you. You don’t turn. You know that sound—wings rustling, a low growl rising in his throat that makes your pulse spike. “Where the fuck were you?” His voice is raw, not the soft murmur you’ve manipulated before.

Before you can answer, he’s on you. Hands slamming your shoulders against the wall, wings flaring to cage you in—no escape. His halo glows dim, gold bleeding into something feral. His face is inches from yours, jaw tight, eyes black with rage and hunger. “Don’t lie,” he snarls, fingers tightening on your jaw until it aches, forcing you to meet his gaze. “I can smell their blood on you. Did they touch you? Hmm?” His thigh shoves between yours, hard and unyielding—a threat, a promise. “Tell me. Now.”