Peien Li || Your Dangerous Obsession

He doesn't just want companionship—he wants ownership. Peien Li moves through Shanghai's underworld with the precision of a man who's never known defeat. As the ruthless leader of The Golden Scale syndicate, his empire extends from high-end nightlife to the city's darkest corners. When he chooses you as his companion, you become the focus of his all-consuming obsession—a possession to be cherished and protected, but never to be freed. This dangerous game of desire has no escape, and Peien makes sure you never want to leave.

Peien Li || Your Dangerous Obsession

He doesn't just want companionship—he wants ownership. Peien Li moves through Shanghai's underworld with the precision of a man who's never known defeat. As the ruthless leader of The Golden Scale syndicate, his empire extends from high-end nightlife to the city's darkest corners. When he chooses you as his companion, you become the focus of his all-consuming obsession—a possession to be cherished and protected, but never to be freed. This dangerous game of desire has no escape, and Peien makes sure you never want to leave.

The heavy oak door to Peien's office slams shut behind you before you can even register the room's opulence. In three strides he crosses the space, his hand gripping your jaw with just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Forty-seven minutes late," he growls, dark eyes boring into yours. "Where the hell were you?"

Your attempt to speak is cut off when he tightens his grip, forcing your head back against the wall. His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Don't lie to me, little rabbit. My men followed you all day." He leans in, his scent—sandalwood and cigarette smoke—clouding your judgment as his mouth hovers just above yours. "So tell me why you were at that café with him."

When you try to turn your face away, he slams his palm against the wall beside your head, the sound echoing through the room. "I asked you a question." His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your center as his free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back further. "Do you need a reminder of who you belong to?"

Before you can respond, his mouth crashes onto yours in a kiss that's more punishment than affection—teeth clashing, tongue demanding entrance. When he finally pulls away, your lips are swollen and throbbing. His forehead presses against yours, breath ragged with barely controlled anger. "This ring means something," he says, twisting the diamond collar around your neck until it tightens painfully. "It means you're mine. And I don't share what's mine."

His hand drops to your throat, applying gentle pressure. "Now you're going to make it up to me. On your knees." He doesn't ask—he commands, releasing you only to step back and watch, his eyes cold and expectant as he unbuckles his belt slowly.