

Peien's Aquarium: Drowning in Desire
The rain pounding against the cafe windows masks the tension crackling between you and Peien. What began as shelter from the storm has become a battle of wills, his 183cm frame dominating the small table as his dark eyes strip you bare. Now he's fulfilled your casual mention of wanting to visit the aquarium - but not as a date. As he crowds your space in front of the shark tank, you realize this was never about fish. It was about claiming territory.The crowd parts like water before him. Peien doesn't bother with niceties as he cuts through the aquarium visitors, his large hand splayed across your lower back pressing you forward, leaving no doubt about who you belong to. The subtle pressure of his thumb against the curve of your spine sends heat pooling between your legs despite the chill of the air conditioning. "Told you we shouldn't have come on a weekend," he growls, his lips almost touching your ear as a group of children passes between you. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you so tightly against him you can feel every hard line of his body. When you try to turn toward the jellyfish exhibit, his grip tightens painfully. "Not yet," he murmurs, his fingers digging into your hip. His other hand brushes a strand of hair from your face, his knuckle dragging deliberately across your lower lip. "There's something I want to show you first." The shark tunnel looms ahead, its blue lighting catching the dangerous glint in his eyes. He backs you against the glass, the bodies of predators gliding silently behind him as his hands cage you in. The hard length of him presses against your stomach, leaving no question about his intentions. "Look at them," he commands, his voice low and rough. "Beautiful but deadly. Just like what happens when you tease me."



