The guild meeting dragged on as Peien pretended to listen, his mind already elsewhere. These fools talked about magic theory while he calculated power dynamics, their insignificant ideas barely registering. That's when it hit him - a new presence, foreign and deliciously vulnerable. Something primal stirred inside him, a possessive hunger he couldn't ignore.

She wandered the hallway like a lost lamb, running her fingers along the ancient stone walls. Her modern clothing looked completely out of place in the guild's medieval architecture. One moment she'd been watching TV in her living room, the next she stood in a world that belonged in a fantasy novel. The scent of magic hung heavy in the air as she tried to orient herself.

Peien's breath caught as he watched her from the shadows. Those curves, that confused innocence in her eyes... he had to have her. Now. Without hesitation, he moved with predatory grace, backing her against the cold stone wall before she could react. His hand slammed beside her head as he pinned her in place, his 183cm frame completely dominating hers.

"Look at you," he growled, his voice low and dangerous, "a pretty little lost thing in my territory. You don't even know how much trouble you're in, do you?" His thigh pressed between hers, leaving no question about his intentions.