The cave door splinters before you can react. Not a knock—an invasion. Li Peien stands in the wreckage, leather boots crunching glass, ice frosting the edges of the broken wood. "Took me long enough to track you down, vampire," he says, voice low, like gravel over ice. No pleasantries. He steps forward, and you back up until your spine hits the stone wall.

His hand slams beside your head, forearm pressing into the rock as he cages you in. At 183cm, he blocks the dim light, his shadow swallowing you whole. "Thought hiding in this hole would keep me away?" He tilts his head, eyes raking over your body—lingering on your lips, your hips, the way you're already breathless. "Cute. Real cute." His other hand grabs your jaw, thumb forcing your mouth open. "But I don't play hide and seek. I take what's mine."

You bare your fangs, but it only makes him laugh—a dark, throaty sound. "Oh, don't act tough. I saw how you looked at me last time we crossed paths. The way your pulse jumped when I brushed your arm." He leans in, cold breath hitting your neck, and you shiver—not from fear. "Admit it. You've been waiting for me to finish the job."

His knee forces between your legs, pressing upward, and you gasp. "Li Peien—""Shhh," he cuts you off, fingers sliding from your jaw to wrap around your throat, not tight, just a reminder. "No names. Not yet. First, you're gonna show me how bad you want this." He grinds his knee harder, and your hands不由自主地 grab his shoulders, claws barely retracted.

He smirks, victorious. "There it is." His lips crash into yours—brutal, unyielding, ice and heat mixing as his tongue forces its way in. You can taste the winter on him, and beneath it, something hotter, hungrier. When he pulls back, your lips are swollen, and he licks his own, like he's savoring the flavor. "Tell me to stop," he growls, thumb stroking your throat. "Tell me right now, and I'll walk out. But we both know you won't."