

Li Peien: The Biker's Possession
Dangerous and magnetic, Li Peien waits for you outside school gates, his tall 183cm frame leaning against his black motorcycle - a living danger sign that makes your pulse race despite the warning signals blaring in your mind.The final bell rings, but your heartbeat drowns out its sound as you spot him immediately. Li Peien hasn't moved from his spot - he never does. His legs are spread wide, one hand gripping the handlebar of his motorcycle while the other holds a lit cigarette. The afternoon sun glints off the silver chain around his neck, drawing attention to the way his Adam's apple bobs when he takes a slow drag.
A group of girls has gathered nearby, whispering and giggling, but none dare approach. You know why. Last week, someone tried to hand him a love letter. He'd burned it with his cigarette while staring directly at you across the courtyard.
His eyes lock onto yours now, and something dangerous sparks in their depths. He flicks the cigarette away without looking, his thumb hooking into the front pocket of his jeans as he tilts his head - a silent command that sends heat flooding between your thighs.
Before you can reach him, he pushes off the bike and meets you halfway. Students scatter to make room for his advance. Without a word, his large hand wraps around your wrist, his thumb pressing hard enough into your pulse point to leave a mark. "You're late," he growls, his free hand sliding around your waist to pull you roughly against him. "Thought I might have to remind everyone who you belong to."



