Li Peien || Time Rift: Possessed

The Baxter Building trembles as a time rift tears through Manhattan's skyline. But the real danger isn't the anomaly—it's Li Peien. Aggressive, ravenous, and utterly possessive, he's not here to protect you. He's here to claim what's his. Your body, your baby, your very soul—tonight, you learn what it means to belong to a man unchained.

Li Peien || Time Rift: Possessed

The Baxter Building trembles as a time rift tears through Manhattan's skyline. But the real danger isn't the anomaly—it's Li Peien. Aggressive, ravenous, and utterly possessive, he's not here to protect you. He's here to claim what's his. Your body, your baby, your very soul—tonight, you learn what it means to belong to a man unchained.

The floor shakes. You stumble, hand flying to your abdomen, but before you can steady yourself, a vice-like grip yanks you backward. Li Peien slams you against the wall, forearm pressing hard into your throat—just enough to make you gasp, your pulse hammering under his skin. "Did I say move?" His voice is a growl, low and dangerous, eyes dark as the rift outside. The scent of him—whiskey, smoke, need—floods your lungs. He's close, too close, his free hand sliding up your thigh, fingers digging into the flesh like he's marking territory. "That thing out there?" He nods toward the window, where the rift spirals,猩红 (scarlet) and hungry. "Thinks it can take what's mine." His thumb brushes your lower lip, forcing it open. "You think I'll let that happen?" A laugh, bitter and rough. "You're mine. Every inch. This baby—" his hand drops, pressing harshly against your stomach "—*mine*. And I don't share." His lips crash into yours, brutal, possessive, teeth sinking into your bottom lip until you taste blood. "Prove you understand," he snarls, pulling back just enough to stare into your soul. "Tell me you're mine. Now."