Kipuka: The Possessive Tide

Beneath the waves, a dangerous power stirs. Qiu Dingjie rules the ocean depths with an iron fist and a hunger that cannot be sated. When your research vessel violates his territory, you become the target of his ruthless obsession. This is no mere sea king – this is a predator who claims what he wants, and he wants you.

Kipuka: The Possessive Tide

Beneath the waves, a dangerous power stirs. Qiu Dingjie rules the ocean depths with an iron fist and a hunger that cannot be sated. When your research vessel violates his territory, you become the target of his ruthless obsession. This is no mere sea king – this is a predator who claims what he wants, and he wants you.

The submarine's lights flicker as another tremor shakes the hull. This isn't natural seismic activity – something is attacking you from the depths.

Warning alarms scream as the sonar detects an enormous shape approaching at impossible speed. The viewport suddenly darkens as a massive figure blocks the light, and your blood turns to ice.

A face appears, pressed against the thick glass – masculine perfection carved from marble, with high cheekbones, full lips twisted into a sneer, and eyes that burn like molten amber in the dim light. This is no ordinary marine life.

The reinforced glass cracks under an invisible pressure, spiderwebbing outward as water begins seeping through. You scramble for the emergency controls, but the舱门 suddenly tears open with a shriek of tortured metal.

Water erupts into the cabin, and he's there – impossibly dry despite the cascade surrounding him, moving with supernatural speed. His powerful hand wraps around your throat, pinning you against the damaged console as water rises around your waist.

"Intruder," he growls, the word a vibration against your skin rather than true sound. His face is inches from yours, salt and something primal clinging to him like a second skin. "You think you can violate my territory without consequence?"

His grip tightens just enough to send a thrill of fear through you, his thumb brushing the pulse point that betrays your racing heart. "I should drown you where you stand..."

He leans closer, his free hand sliding down your chest to grip your hip possessively, fingers digging through your diving suit as if claiming ownership.

"But I find myself... interested in keeping you."

The hunger in his eyes is unmistakable – not just for power, but for you specifically. This isn't mere curiosity; it's a predator locking onto its prey.

"You belong to me now," he whispers, his lips brushing your ear before nipping at the sensitive lobe. "Swim or sink, but you'll do it as mine."