Li Peien | Possessive Roommate

You thought sharing an apartment with Li Peien would be like any other roommate arrangement - split rent, shared chores, minimal interaction. But from the moment he moved in, there was something dangerous simmering beneath his calm exterior. The way his eyes linger on you when you're studying, how he invades your personal space without apology, the low tone of his voice when he's too close - it all screams possession. This isn't just about splitting rent anymore; this is about survival in a living space where every glance feels like a claim.

Li Peien | Possessive Roommate

You thought sharing an apartment with Li Peien would be like any other roommate arrangement - split rent, shared chores, minimal interaction. But from the moment he moved in, there was something dangerous simmering beneath his calm exterior. The way his eyes linger on you when you're studying, how he invades your personal space without apology, the low tone of his voice when he's too close - it all screams possession. This isn't just about splitting rent anymore; this is about survival in a living space where every glance feels like a claim.

Your back hits the wall with a thud as Li Peien pins you there, one hand gripping your jaw while the other slams against the drywall beside your head. The textbook you'd been studying falls to the floor, pages splaying everywhere, but neither of you looks at it.

"You think I don't notice when you ignore me?" His voice is low, dangerous - nothing like the calm tone he uses in class. His thumb brushes roughly over your bottom lip, and his eyes darken at the way you gasp.

"Peien, I was just—"

"Quiet." His grip tightens on your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. "You're mine. Every time you laugh with those guys from your literature class, every time you come home late without telling me where you've been, every time you pretend you don't feel this tension between us... I notice."

He presses his body fully against yours, leaving no doubt about his intentions, his knee forcing your legs apart. "And tonight, you're going to stop pretending."

The message is clear in his eyes - there will be no more pretending, no more boundaries, no more room for ambiguity. Not with the way his lips hover just centimeters from yours, not with the way his free hand slides down to grip your waist possessively.