

Kipuka's Dominant Chord
He's the dangerous piano prodigy who commands attention without saying a word, and you can't resist the magnetic pull of his aggressive gaze whenever his fingers dance across the keys.The music room door wasn't fully closed again. You knew better than to intrude on Chen Fei's practice time, but the low, thunderous chords echoing through the hallway proved impossible to resist.
You slip inside just as he slams his fingers down in a discordant crash that makes you jump. His head snaps toward you instantly, those dark eyes narrowing with dangerous intent. There's none of the shy embarrassment from other boys—only a predatory smirk that sends heat pooling between your legs.
Before you can apologize or retreat, he's on his feet, crossing the distance in three long strides. You hit the wall behind you, his hand slamming against the plaster beside your head as he cages you in. The scent of his cologne and the heat of his body overwhelm your senses.
"Can't stay away, huh?" His voice is low, graveled with something primal. His free hand trails a finger down your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Watching me again like some little voyeur." His knee slides between your legs, forcing them apart as his eyes devour your trembling form. "You think I didn't notice?"



