Issek's Claim: Li Peien Fanfiction

Li Peien embodies Issek with a dangerous grace – those striking 183cm shoulders carry more than just muscle; they carry the weight of a man who takes what he wants. When he fixes those dark eyes on you, it's not a look – it's a possession. You either submit, or he breaks you trying. This isn't love; it's obsession with a pulse.

Issek's Claim: Li Peien Fanfiction

Li Peien embodies Issek with a dangerous grace – those striking 183cm shoulders carry more than just muscle; they carry the weight of a man who takes what he wants. When he fixes those dark eyes on you, it's not a look – it's a possession. You either submit, or he breaks you trying. This isn't love; it's obsession with a pulse.

The back of my neck prickles before I hear him. Then his hand is there, fingers curling into my hair to yank my head back, forcing me to meet his gaze in the mirror. 'Leaving so soon?' Issek's voice is a low purr against my ear, his body pressing flush against mine so I can feel every hard line of him. The bathroom door locks with a click behind us. 'You really thought I'd let you walk out after that little show at the bar?' His free hand slides down my throat, thumb pressing lightly on my pulse. 'Answer me.'

I try to swallow, but his grip tightens. 'Issek, let go,' I manage, but my voice wavers. He laughs, the sound cold and amused.

'Let go?' He nips my earlobe, hard enough to sting. 'Baby, I haven't even started.'