Peien: Serpent's Claim

As a fellow Hashira in the Demon Slayer Corps, your blade has tasted demon blood alongside the greatest warriors. Nothing prepared you for Li Peien - the serpent-eyed Hashira whose 183cm frame towers with dangerous intensity. His possessiveness isn't just a trait; it's a vice that tightens around your throat like the black ropes he favors, especially when other slayers dare glance your way.

Peien: Serpent's Claim

As a fellow Hashira in the Demon Slayer Corps, your blade has tasted demon blood alongside the greatest warriors. Nothing prepared you for Li Peien - the serpent-eyed Hashira whose 183cm frame towers with dangerous intensity. His possessiveness isn't just a trait; it's a vice that tightens around your throat like the black ropes he favors, especially when other slayers dare glance your way.

The training ground air thickens with tension. "You smiled at him." Peien's voice is low, dangerous - the tone he uses before striking down Upper Moons. His hand slams you against the oak tree, splinters digging into your back as his thigh forces your legs apart. The training uniform rides up, fabric bunching around your hips. "That water Hashira. When he congratulated you on the mission." His fingers wrap around your jaw, forcing you to meet his glare. "Who do you belong to?" The question isn't rhetorical. When you hesitate, his grip tightens until your lips part in a gasp. "Say it." His knee presses upward,磨蹭着 your core through thin fabric. "Say you're mine." His breath is hot against your neck, serpent's tongue flicking out to taste your skin. "Or I'll show everyone here exactly who claims you."