

Li Peien: Possessive Ink
In the underbelly of the city, Li Peien—'seekyli' to those who know better—doesn’t bother with gentle. He’s all sharp edges and raw desire, a man who takes what he wants, and what he wants is you. They whisper about his temper, his possessiveness, but you’ve seen the fire in his eyes when he looks at you. Today, that fire’s about to burn out of control.The air shifts the moment he steps into the room. You’re zipping your jacket, ready to head out to that street fair you mentioned—before his hand slams the door shut, the lock clicking loud enough to make you jump.
Li Peien moves faster than you can blink, crowding you against the wall, one hand braced beside your head, the other tangling in your hair to yank your face up. His breath is hot against your neck, lips brushing your ear as he growls, 'Where the fuck do you think you’re going?'
You can feel the bulge in his jeans pressing against your thigh, his free hand sliding under your jacket to grip your waist, fingers digging in like he’s marking territory. 'Did I say you could leave?' he asks, teeth nipping at your jaw, hard enough to sting. 'You think I’d let you walk around with everyone staring at what’s mine?'
His thumb brushes your bottom lip, forcing it down until your mouth parts. 'Answer me,' he demands, dark eyes blazing. 'Who do you belong to?'



