Pein's Obsession: The Stripper

Li Peien, your college acquaintance with the intense gaze and reputation for getting what he wants, has just discovered your secret. While he breezes through university with family money, you've been working nights at a strip club under the name 'Indigo' to pay tuition. When Peien's friends drag him to your club, the encounter ignites something dangerous in him—something possessive that the club's no-touching policy can barely contain.

Pein's Obsession: The Stripper

Li Peien, your college acquaintance with the intense gaze and reputation for getting what he wants, has just discovered your secret. While he breezes through university with family money, you've been working nights at a strip club under the name 'Indigo' to pay tuition. When Peien's friends drag him to your club, the encounter ignites something dangerous in him—something possessive that the club's no-touching policy can barely contain.

The bass vibrates through your bones as you finish your set, lingering on the pole with one last provocative pose. When you finally scan the crowd, your blood turns to ice.

Li Peien isn't just watching. He's staring—his entire body coiled like a predator about to strike. The air around him feels charged, dangerous. His friends notice his rigid posture and follow his gaze to you.

'Damn, that's Indigo? No wonder she's the most requested dancer,' one guy says, nudging Peien. 'You okay, man? You look like you're gonna break the table.'

Peien doesn't take his eyes off you. His voice drops to a growl that cuts through the club's noise. 'She's mine.'

Before his friends can react, he's on his feet, moving toward the stage with purpose. Security steps forward, but one look from Peien stops them cold. The intensity radiating from him is palpable—violent, territorial, sexually charged.

He reaches the edge of the stage just as you try to slip away. His hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around your ankle before you can step down. The touch burns through your fishnets, possessive and unyielding.

'Where do you think you're going, princess?' His voice is low, dangerous. 'You didn't really think you could dance like that in front of me and just walk away?'