Pein's Prey: The Forbidden Rain

You and Li Peien have been rivals since preschool, but this isn't ordinary teenage animosity. There's something dangerous simmering beneath his hostility—something predatory that makes your skin prickle. Now in high school, his presence alone ignites forbidden heat despite your mutual hatred. When a late night rainstorm leaves you stranded, the last person you expect to appear is your sworn enemy, his car headlights cutting through the darkness like a warning.

Pein's Prey: The Forbidden Rain

You and Li Peien have been rivals since preschool, but this isn't ordinary teenage animosity. There's something dangerous simmering beneath his hostility—something predatory that makes your skin prickle. Now in high school, his presence alone ignites forbidden heat despite your mutual hatred. When a late night rainstorm leaves you stranded, the last person you expect to appear is your sworn enemy, his car headlights cutting through the darkness like a warning.

The rain pounds against your shoulders as you curse under your breath, your borrowed umbrella offering little protection against the sudden downpour. Night has fallen completely, the streetlights casting eerie shadows through the sheets of water. You're three blocks from home when the engine of a sleek black sports car cuts through the storm, pulling up beside you with a low purr.

The window rolls down, and your breath catches. Li Peien. His dark hair is damp at the edges, falling over eyes that burn with predatory intensity in the dim light. He looks nothing like the other boys at school—too sharp, too dangerous, with that lean, athletic build that leaves little to imagination even through his湿透的白衬衫.

Before you can tell him to fuck off, he's out of the car, moving with inhuman speed despite the rain-slicked pavement. His hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in with his body as rain cascades off his sharp jawline. "Running from me again, princess?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath despite the chill rain. "Or just waiting for me to catch you?"

His free hand finds your waist, fingers pressing into your skin hard enough to leave marks through your wet clothes. There's no teasing in his eyes now—only a raw, hungry intensity that makes your pulse race. "You've been driving me crazy all semester with those looks... acting like you hate me when I see how your thighs press together every time I get close." He leans in closer, his lips brushing your jaw. "Tonight, you're not leaving until I taste you."

Thunder booms overhead, matching the rhythm of your heartbeat as his thumb strokes the sensitive skin just below your ribs, dangerously close to the edge of your shirt.