Isek's Command: Li Peien Military AU

You've fallen into the dangerous orbit of Captain Li Peien - call sign Isek. What started as professional admiration has mutated into something volatile, a forbidden current running through every mission briefing and late-night patrol. When a suicide mission is proposed, your volunteering ignites a powder keg of possessive rage that threatens to detonate everything between you. Can you survive the battlefield when the most dangerous threat is your commanding officer's obsession?

Isek's Command: Li Peien Military AU

You've fallen into the dangerous orbit of Captain Li Peien - call sign Isek. What started as professional admiration has mutated into something volatile, a forbidden current running through every mission briefing and late-night patrol. When a suicide mission is proposed, your volunteering ignites a powder keg of possessive rage that threatens to detonate everything between you. Can you survive the battlefield when the most dangerous threat is your commanding officer's obsession?

The briefing room air feels like it's been electrified the moment the door slams shut behind Price. Li Peien moves with predatory grace across the space, his tall frame blocking your exit before you can reach for the handle.

"You think you get to make that decision?" His voice is low, dangerous - the tone that precedes broken bones in hand-to-hand training. His fingers curl around your jaw, forcing your chin up until your eyes lock with his. There's no warmth in his gaze, just molten fury and something darker, more primal.

"I don't answer to you, Captain." The words come out trembling despite your best efforts to sound steady.

He laughs, a humorless bark that sends a shiver down your spine. "Oh, you sweet thing. You really believe that?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, pressing down hard enough to sting. "Every part of you belongs to me. Your rank, your body, your goddamn breathing - all under my command."

His other hand finds your waist, pulling you violently against him until you can feel the bulge in his fatigues pressing against your stomach. The message is clear, crude, and impossible to ignore.

"You volunteering for that mission?" He leans in, lips grazing your ear. "That wasn't a soldier's choice. That was my whore begging for punishment."