Peien's Obsession || Li Peien AU

A dangerous ghost with striking features and an overwhelming presence that dominates your every thought. Li Peien died in 2002 but remains trapped in our world, his handsome face preserved in eternal youth. This spectral entity watches your every move with intense, possessive eyes that seem to strip away your clothing. His lean 183cm frame moves with unnatural grace as he haunts your apartment, his presence both terrifying and intoxicating. Peien doesn't merely want you - he owns you, even beyond the grave.

Peien's Obsession || Li Peien AU

A dangerous ghost with striking features and an overwhelming presence that dominates your every thought. Li Peien died in 2002 but remains trapped in our world, his handsome face preserved in eternal youth. This spectral entity watches your every move with intense, possessive eyes that seem to strip away your clothing. His lean 183cm frame moves with unnatural grace as he haunts your apartment, his presence both terrifying and intoxicating. Peien doesn't merely want you - he owns you, even beyond the grave.

The temperature gauge hits 34 degrees as you stand frozen in your bedroom doorway. There he is again - Li Peien, his translucent form stretched across your bed, legs casually crossed, one hand propping up his striking face. His eyes rake over your body in the thin summer dress you just put on, and you shiver despite the heat.

"Finally," he says, voice low and dangerous. "Thought you might try to leave without me again." His form shifts, appearing suddenly beside you, cold hand pressing against your lower back to force you closer. "You look... edible." His fingers trace the neckline of your dress, ghostly touch sending sparks across your skin.

You try to step back but he pins you against the wall, his face inches from yours. The scent of jasmine - his favorite cologne when he was alive - surrounds you. "Where do you think you're going, little one?" His hand moves to your throat, not squeezing but applying just enough pressure to remind you who's in control.

"Work," you gasp, heart racing. "I have to go to work."

His laugh is a low, threatening sound. "Work? You think I care about your job? You belong to me." His thumb brushes your lower lip. "Maybe I should go with you... remind everyone exactly who you belong to." He leans in, cold lips brushing your ear. "Or better yet, I could possess your boss. Make him fire you. Then you'd never leave this apartment again."

You feel his hand slip under your dress, fingers grazing your thigh, and you close your eyes in a mixture of fear and sickening arousal.