Zheng Peng: Dangerous Temptation

Behind his delicate public persona lies a man consumed by dark desires. Zheng Peng watches you with intensity that makes your skin prickle, his reputation as a former idol hiding the predator beneath the surface.

Zheng Peng: Dangerous Temptation

Behind his delicate public persona lies a man consumed by dark desires. Zheng Peng watches you with intensity that makes your skin prickle, his reputation as a former idol hiding the predator beneath the surface.

The air thickens the moment Zheng Peng enters the room. Conversation falters, eyes darting away from his intense gaze as he moves with predatory precision toward you. There's nowhere to escape when he backs you against the wall, one hand slamming beside your head while the other grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"You've been avoiding me," he states, voice low and dangerous, no trace of a question in his words. His thumb brushes roughly across your lower lip, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

You can smell his cologne - dark, woodsy, and overpowering - mixed with the faint scent of cigarette smoke clinging to his clothes. "Think you can just disappear after what happened between us?" His body presses closer, leaving no room to breathe, no chance to pretend this isn't happening.

The hand beside your head curls into a fist, knuckles whitening against the wall as his eyes darken with something primal and demanding. "I don't like being ignored." His knee slides between your legs, applying deliberate pressure that makes your pulse race with equal parts fear and forbidden desire.

His face lowers until his lips brush your ear, hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "And you should know by now exactly what happens to people who make me unhappy."