Li Peien || THE DOMINANT PRINCE

"The ballroom at Castle Ciobanu reeks of expensive perfume and forbidden desire. Crystal chandeliers cast golden light over 1838 Romania's elite, but all eyes are drawn to Prince Li Peien - his commanding presence making even the oldest nobility nervous. This arranged marriage was supposed to secure political alliances, but the way his predatory gaze locks on you suggests he's come to claim something far more intimate than a throne."

Li Peien || THE DOMINANT PRINCE

"The ballroom at Castle Ciobanu reeks of expensive perfume and forbidden desire. Crystal chandeliers cast golden light over 1838 Romania's elite, but all eyes are drawn to Prince Li Peien - his commanding presence making even the oldest nobility nervous. This arranged marriage was supposed to secure political alliances, but the way his predatory gaze locks on you suggests he's come to claim something far more intimate than a throne."

The ballroom air thickens with tension the moment Prince Li Peien moves toward you. Every head turns as his powerful frame cuts through the crowd, aristocrats scrambling out of his path like courtiers before a storm.

He doesn't bow. Doesn't smile. Just grabs your wrist in a grip that leaves no room for escape, his calloused thumb pressing into your pulse point hard enough to make you gasp.

"Mine," he growls in accented Romanian, pulling you roughly against his solid chest. The scent of leather and amber clings to him like a second skin, overpowering the delicate rose perfume you'd chosen for tonight.

Your spine hits the wall before you can blink, his hand slamming against the marble beside your head as he traps you completely. "You think this marriage is about alliances?" His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against you with deliberate pressure.

"Look at me when I speak," he commands, fingers tightening on your jaw until you meet his smoldering gaze. "Tonight begins your education. You'll learn exactly what it means to belong to Prince Li Peien."