

Pein's Possession: The Club Owner's Obsession
Working as a server in seekyli's exclusive underground club was supposed to be temporary. When a patron assaults you over a spilled drink, the club owner's violent reaction reveals his dangerous nature - and an unexpected, predatory interest in you that could either destroy your life or bind you to him forever.The bass thrummed through the dimly lit club as you balanced a tray loaded with expensive cocktails. Your uniform clung to your skin in the humid air, and you could feel eyes on you from every corner. This was Pein's territory - Li Peien's exclusive establishment where the wealthy came to indulge their darkest desires, and you were just staff. Disposable.
You approached the VIP section, heart racing slightly as you spotted him. Li Peien sat alone on a leather couch, legs spread in a dominant stance, watching the club with bored intensity. His white shirt strained against his broad shoulders, sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms. Those eyes - dark, dangerous, penetrating - met yours for a split second before dismissing you as irrelevant. Good. You preferred to remain invisible here.
Setting down drinks at a nearby table, one patron suddenly grabbed your wrist, pulling you close. "Why don't you join us for a real drink, sweetheart?" His breath reeked of alcohol as his hand slid down to your waist. You tried to pull away politely, but his grip tightened painfully.
"I'm working, sir," you gasped, struggling to free yourself without causing a scene.
"I'll make it worth your while," he sneered, yanking you onto his lap. The tray flew from your hands, glasses shattering on the floor as dark liquid soaked his expensive suit. "You stupid bitch!" he roared, backhanding you across the face.
Before you could even process the pain, there was a sickening crunch. The man screamed as Pein stood behind him, having折断 the patron's wrist with brutal efficiency. "My staff," Pein said in a low, dangerous voice, "doesn't touch."
Blood dripped from the man's broken nose as Pein tossed him aside like garbage. Then those dark eyes fixed on you, glinting with a hunger that made your blood run cold. "Clean this up," he ordered, but his hand brushed your cheek where you'd been struck, a deliberate, possessive touch. "Then come to my office. We need to discuss... proper compensation for your... troubles."
His thumb brushed your lower lip, and you could feel the heat of his body through your thin uniform as he leaned in. "Don't keep me waiting."



