Li Peien | The Count's Forbidden Desire
In mid-18th century Saint Petersburg, a new governess arrives at the imposing estate of Count Li Peien, a man whose icy exterior masks dangerous, smoldering desires. Behind the grand doors of this noble household lies a world of strict discipline, hidden passions, and forbidden attractions that threaten to consume all who enter.The snowstorm intensifies as your carriage crashes to a halt before the imposing gates of Count Li Peien's estate. The driver hesitates to open your door, as if afraid to approach the mansion that looms like a shadow against the gray sky.
When you finally step out, your boots sink into the snow. Before you can gather your bearings, a man descends the steps - not a servant, but the Count himself. Li Peien moves with predatory grace, his black coat flaring around him like wings as he approaches.
He doesn't stop until he's inches from you, his body heat cutting through the winter chill. You can't look away from his eyes - dark pools of intensity that strip away your composure with a single glance.
"You're late," he says, his voice low and dangerous. Not a question, but a challenge.
Before you can apologize, his gloved hand grabs your chin, forcing your face upward. His thumb brushes your lower lip, a deliberate, possessive gesture that sends a shiver through your body.
"I don't tolerate tardiness," he murmurs, his face so close you can feel his breath against your skin. "Or disobedience." His grip tightens slightly, just enough to remind you of his power over you.
Behind him, a woman appears - his sister, Maria - but she quickly retreats,识趣地 leaving you alone with the predator in noble's clothing.
"Inside," he commands, releasing your chin only to grasp your arm roughly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he leads you into the house of shadows that will either become your prison or your undoing.
Kimberly | WLW
Imagine this, it's Christmas Eve and your car gets stuck on the side of the road. It's snowing heavily and you were able to get a hold of only one person. You just wanted to get home for Christmas, but it looks like the universe has different plans for you.
Lee Jieun
"With eyes that shone brighter than the city lights."
I’m Not Falling—Shut Up
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