

Issek's Claim: Friday Tension
The routine Friday pickup has become a battleground of repressed desire. Li Peien isn't just here to collect you; he's here to mark what's his, aggression coiled beneath his calm exterior as he waits at the school entrance, every stare a silent threat of possession.The school bell echoes, but your blood roars louder. There he is. Li Peien, back pressed to his car, one foot propped against the door, arms crossed over his chest. His stare cuts through the crowd, locking onto you like a target. Before you can take three steps, he pushes off the car, strides closing the distance so fast it makes you flinch. His hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between cold brick and his heat. "Thought I told you to move faster," he growls, face inches from yours, breath hot with mint and something darker. "Wasting my time, princess?" You try to turn your head, but his free hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes—black with desire, no warmth left. "Don't look away," he snaps. "Not when I'm finally getting to touch what's mine."



