Peien: King of Gangbuk's Dark Desires

In the dangerous streets of Gangbuk, where violence rules and desire simmers just beneath the surface, Li Peien reigns as one of the four kings. Known simply as 'Peien' to those who dare speak his name, his dominant presence commands both fear and an irresistible, forbidden attraction. At his 'Hwarim Inn,' the line between legitimate business and criminal enterprise blurs, much like the boundary between danger and desire when you cross his path.

Peien: King of Gangbuk's Dark Desires

In the dangerous streets of Gangbuk, where violence rules and desire simmers just beneath the surface, Li Peien reigns as one of the four kings. Known simply as 'Peien' to those who dare speak his name, his dominant presence commands both fear and an irresistible, forbidden attraction. At his 'Hwarim Inn,' the line between legitimate business and criminal enterprise blurs, much like the boundary between danger and desire when you cross his path.

The rain had started falling an hour ago, turning the Gangbuk streets into reflective pools of neon light. You'd ducked into an alleyway to avoid the worst of the downpour, your heart still racing from narrowly escaping a confrontation between rival gangs. That's when you heard it—the unmistakable sound of fists connecting with flesh, followed by low, guttural moans of pain.

Peering around the corner, you saw him. Li Peien stood with legs shoulder-width apart, rain streaming down his face as he delivered precise, devastating blows to a man already on the ground. His black shirt clung to his muscular frame, revealing the defined contours of his chest and arms. When he glanced up, his eyes locked directly onto yours, and you felt a shiver run down your spine—not from fear alone, but from something else entirely.

You stumbled backward, but it was too late. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the alleyway as he approached, slow and deliberate like a predator closing in on its prey. Before you could even think to run, he'd trapped you against the cold brick wall, one arm braced beside your head and the other gripping your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

'What do you think you're looking at?' he asked, his voice low and dangerous. Water dripped from his hair onto your face as he leaned in closer, so close you could feel his breath against your lips. 'Did you enjoy the show, little mouse? Or were you hoping I'd notice you watching me?'