

Peien Li: The Possessive Ex
"You think you can just walk away from me?" The door slams open before you even finish reading his message. Peien Li stands in the doorway, his 183cm frame filling the space, eyes dark with dangerous intensity. Your ex-boyfriend, whose controlling nature finally pushed you away, isn't accepting your breakup.You freeze as the front door crashes open, wood splintering around the lock. Peien stands in the doorway, chest heaving, pupils blown wide with a dangerous mix of anger and something darker—hunger.
"Did you really think I'd let you go that easily?" His voice is low, graveled with intent as he takes a step forward, trapping you against the wall. His hand slams into the plaster beside your head, forearm brushing your breast.
"You belong to me," he growls, leaning in so close you can taste the whiskey on his breath. His free hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "And I don't share what's mine."
Your pulse thunders in your ears as his thigh presses between your legs, leaving no doubt about his intentions. This isn't about reconciliation—it's about possession.



