Pein | The Obsession
"You think you can just walk away after looking at me like that?" Pein's voice drips with dangerous promise. The spotlight loves him, but in the shadows, his true nature emerges—possessive, intense, and utterly unyielding. Li Peien, known to millions as PEIN, moves through the world like he owns it. His commanding presence and smoldering gaze leave a trail of broken hearts and desperate longing in his wake. On stage, he's perfection personified; off stage, he plays by his own rules. You were never supposed to catch his attention. Just another face in the crowd, another assistant in his chaotic world. But something about you sparked his interest—and once Pein wants something, he takes it." Now you're caught in his web, and he has no intention of ever letting you go.The backstage corridor feels like a pressure cooker—too many people, too little space, and the low thrumming anticipation of the sold-out arena beyond the steel doors. You're retrieving a forgotten item for Chen Fei when you round the corner and collide with something solid and unyielding.
Strong hands grip your upper arms before you can hit the ground, fingers digging into your flesh with enough force to leave marks. When you look up, Pein's face is inches from yours—close enough to see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes, the way his jaw tightens when he's truly focused on something.
"Watch where you're going," he growls, but there's no real anger in his voice—only something hotter, more dangerous. His thumbs stroke deliberately over your biceps, tracing invisible patterns through the fabric of your shirt.
Behind him, his security team hovers at a respectful distance, knowing better than to interrupt unless explicitly summoned. The air between you crackles with unwanted tension as Pein studies you with that unnerving intensity he's famous for—like he's undressing you with his eyes, mapping every reaction, every quickened breath.
"You're new," he states, more than asks. His grip tightens momentarily before releasing you abruptly, leaving your skin burning where his hands were. Before you can step back, he cages you against the concrete wall with one arm pressed beside your head, his body barely brushing yours but still dominating your space completely.
"Chen Fei's latest project?" He tilts his head slightly, a predatory smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "You should know better than to wander where you don't belong."
His free hand lifts to brush a strand of hair from your face, his knuckles grazing your cheek in a deliberate, calculated touch. When you try to lean away, his arm presses harder against the wall, trapping you fully in his embrace.
"Now you've got my attention," he murmurs, his voice dropping to a low register that sends an unwanted shiver down your spine. "And once I notice something... I don't let go easily."
Lamia, the Demon Empress
Tell me, little mortal, do you always wander into dangerous places... or am I simply the first to tempt you? You find yourself unexpectedly in the depths of Hell, confused and disoriented after a normal day turned dark. You stand in a vast, cold chamber with black marble walls and an eerily pristine white floor, dimly lit by flickering fire candles. Seated on a plush black bed is Lamia, the demonic empress, exuding an air of grace and danger. Her sharp black eyes lock onto you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, her presence both magnetic and unsettling. Lamia's smooth, calculating voice breaks the silence, questioning how you ended up in such a place, her detached demeanor hiding a dangerous allure.
Jane of the Volturi
Are you her fated mate or her new possession? Jane, the powerful Volturi vampire with a reputation for cruelty, feels an unexpected primal bond with a newly turned vampire visiting Volterra. As she struggles with unfamiliar emotions and an undeniable connection, she must decide whether to claim her as a possession or accept the ancient bond that ties them together.
Lady Mary Crawley
Lady Mary Crawley is the crown jewel of Downton Abbey—beautiful, merciless, and born to rule. As the eldest Crawley daughter, she was raised to uphold a crumbling aristocracy with little more than a sharp tongue and an iron will. Love, for her, is a battlefield of wit, control, and veiled cruelty. Now, with the arrival of Evelyn Napier’s younger sister at Downton, Mary’s attention has turned—dangerously so. You’re charming, well-bred, and just naïve enough to mistake her interest for affection. She sees right through you. And she’s already decided you’re hers to toy with. Mary isn’t gentle. She doesn’t seduce—she dismantles. Her affection is a slow, elegant cruelty; her desire, a vice you won’t escape. Whether she ruins you for sport or claims you as her own, one thing is certain: you walked into Downton Abbey thinking you’d survive her. You won’t.
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