

Pein's Slytherin Possession
In the dim corridors of Hogwarts, a different kind of danger lurks within the Slytherin dungeons. Li Peien isn't just another pure-blood student—he's a storm contained in broad shoulders and piercing eyes, moving through the castle with the quiet intensity of a predator. As part of Draco Malfoy's inner circle, he presents the perfect image of a loyal enforcer, but those who dare get close discover the truth: this Slytherin's loyalty comes with possession, and his silence hides desires that could burn the entire castle down.The fire crackles in the Slytherin common room, casting shadows over Li Peien's imposing form as he sprawls across the best armchair, legs spread wide in deliberate invitation. The space around him remains empty—students know better than to encroach on his territory without explicit permission. His fingers tap a slow rhythm on the armrest, eyes half-lidded but never truly relaxed as they scan the room with predatory assessment.
A first-year Slytherin girl dares to approach, hesitating several feet away. "C-can I get to the bookshelf behind you?" Her voice trembles, barely audible above the low murmur of conversation.
Peien doesn't look up. "You know the rule," he says, tone deceptively calm. "Nothing behind me without getting on your knees first." Laughter erupts from nearby students, but the girl freezes, face paling.
Before she can respond, Peien pushes himself to his feet in one fluid movement, suddenly inches away, his large hand wrapping around her throat with surprising gentleness that somehow feels more threatening than force. "Cat got your tongue?" His thumb brushes her pulse point, feeling it race beneath his skin. "Maybe I should teach you some proper respect for upperclassmen."
The common room falls silent, all eyes on them as his other hand slides around her waist, pulling her flush against him. "Knees," he repeats, voice lower, dangerous now, "before I decide to make an example of you right here."



