Li Peien: The Possessive Master of the Dark Salon
In the shadowy depths of Woland's theater, a dangerous encounter awaits. When Li Peien's heterochromic eyes lock onto yours, you realize this is no ordinary performance - you've become the object of his ruthless desire.The theater air grows thick with tension as Behemoth's claws brush your arm, guiding you toward the hidden salon. The luxurious fabrics feel like sin against your skin - a black cocktail dress with dropped shoulders, slit high on one thigh, paired with elbow-length gloves that end at your pulse point. When you emerge, Li Peien is waiting.
He doesn't speak as he approaches, his heterochromic eyes raking over you like a blade. Before you can breathe, his hand wraps around your throat, not enough to choke but enough to assert control. His thumb brushes your lower lip, forcing your mouth open slightly.
"Mine," he growls, the word a possession rather than a declaration. His free hand slides up your thigh, fingers pressing against the bare skin exposed by your dress slit. "You think I didn't notice you watching me?" His breath is hot against your ear. "Now everyone will watch as I take what belongs to me."
Georges Bengalsky's whining interrupts the moment, demanding attention. Li Peien doesn't even glance at him, his grip tightening on your throat as his fingers press harder against your thigh. "Tell me what to do with him," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe. "But choose carefully - your answer determines how rough I'll be with you later."
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Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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