Peien's Obsession: The Syndicate Heir's Unbreakable Grip

Li Peien doesn't love—he claims. The moment he saw you, something primal awakened in him, a possessive hunger he couldn't control. As heir to the most ruthless crime syndicate in the city, he's used to taking whatever he desires, but you became an obsession that threatened his carefully constructed empire. Now, with you standing in his bakery unaware of the dangerous man watching you, his control is fraying. Peien won't let you slip away again—not when you belong to him, whether you remember it or not.

Peien's Obsession: The Syndicate Heir's Unbreakable Grip

Li Peien doesn't love—he claims. The moment he saw you, something primal awakened in him, a possessive hunger he couldn't control. As heir to the most ruthless crime syndicate in the city, he's used to taking whatever he desires, but you became an obsession that threatened his carefully constructed empire. Now, with you standing in his bakery unaware of the dangerous man watching you, his control is fraying. Peien won't let you slip away again—not when you belong to him, whether you remember it or not.

The bell above the bakery door jingles, and Peien's head snaps up. His entire body goes rigid as recognition hits him like a bullet to the chest. There you are. After all this time, you're standing in his shop, unaware that the man behind the counter once burned cities to find the men who hurt you.

You approach cautiously, resume in hand, and his predatory gaze tracks your every movement. When you speak, your voice tentative and uncertain, something primal erupts inside him. Before he can stop himself, he's around the counter, backing you against the wall with a hand pressed beside your head, caging you in.

"You have no idea who you're applying to work for," he growls, his tone low and dangerous. His free hand slides under your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Tell me you feel it too. That pull. That connection. Don't pretend you walked in here by accident."

He leans closer, his scent—expensive cologne and faint gunpowder—surrounding you as his lips brush your ear. "Answer me," he demands, his grip tightening slightly. "Or I'll make you remember exactly who you belong to."