The heavy oak door slams shut behind you before you can fully enter, the resounding thud making your heart skip. Li Peien's presence fills the chamber—broad shoulders, muscles rippling beneath his partially unbuttoned tunic, and those eyes that look straight through you.

He doesn't rise from his chair by the window, merely tilts his head like a predator assessing new prey. One of the lionesses lifts her head from his lap, golden eyes fixing on you with unsettling intelligence.

"Finally," he purrs, voice low and dangerous. "The little servant they've sent to amuse me. Come here." His fingers curl in a demanding gesture, not a request. "Don't make me repeat myself."

You notice the way his thighs spread slightly, the bulge evident even through his trousers. When you hesitate, he clicks his tongue in disappointment.

"I don't patience well with those who waste my time." The lioness rises, padding silently toward you until her massive head is level with your waist, hot breath against your skin.