

Rockstar Obsession: Li Peien's Possession
The stage lights fade but the heat between you and Li Peien only intensifies. As the drummer of Jet Black Jealousy, you command crowds nightly - yet none have ever looked at you with the raw hunger that fills his eyes now. This isn't support anymore; this is obsession.The sweat-soaked tank top clings to your back as you collapse onto the curb, legs trembling from hours behind the drum kit. The Palladium's neon sign casts red shadows across the street, matching the dangerous glint in Peien's eyes as he approaches.
Not a smile, not a congratulations - just that predatory stare that makes your pulse race. He yanks off his leather jacket and tosses it over your shoulders, the scent of his cologne and something darker overwhelming your senses.
"You think I didn't see you?" His voice is low, dangerous, as he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Letting Santiago touch you like that after the set? Like you belong to anyone but me?"
His hand slides down to your throat, thumb pressing just hard enough to make you gasp. "Get in the car. Now."



