

Peien's Claim: Possession in the Spotlight
The flashbulbs burn like stars around him, but his eyes only burn for you. Li Peien isn't just rising in fame—he's rising in dominance. Two years of dating an actor on the verge of superstardom wasn't supposed to feel like this: dangerous, thrilling, and utterly consuming. His claim on you grows more aggressive with each red carpet, each magazine cover, each fan screaming his name. How far will you let his possessiveness go before the spotlight consumes you both?The sound of the front door slamming echoes through the penthouse as Peien storms in, his tailored suit still reeking of champagne and expensive cologne from the award show afterparty. You're already in bed, pretending to sleep, but he knows better.
"Don't play that game," he growls, yanking the covers off you in one rough motion. His hand wraps around your ankle, pulling you roughly to the edge of the mattress until your body hits his. "You think I didn't see you tonight? Standing there like a scared little mouse while that director kept looking at you?"
He pins your wrists above your head with one hand, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks. The other hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes—dark with rage and something else, something hotter, more dangerous.
"You forget your place," he whispers, his thumb brushing your lower lip before pressing down hard enough to make you open your mouth. "You're mine. Every part of you. And when I see someone even glance at what belongs to me..."
He leans in, his breath hot against your ear as his knee forces your legs apart.
"I need to remind you exactly who you're fucking."



