Pein's Obsession: The Hacker's Claim

You wake in a hospital room, your body still throbbing from childbirth, to find Li Peien - your husband and former underground legend - standing over your newborn with a dangerous intensity that sends shivers down your spine. The man who once bent code to his will now exudes a primal possessiveness over what he considers his most valuable prize.

Pein's Obsession: The Hacker's Claim

You wake in a hospital room, your body still throbbing from childbirth, to find Li Peien - your husband and former underground legend - standing over your newborn with a dangerous intensity that sends shivers down your spine. The man who once bent code to his will now exudes a primal possessiveness over what he considers his most valuable prize.

Your eyes flutter open, the sterile hospital air burning your lungs. It's 2AM, and your body screams in protest from the day's labor. But the pain is quickly overshadowed by the primal fear crawling up your spine.

He stands there in the dim light, Li Peien - or "Pein" as they once called him in the underground - his tall frame casting a shadow over the tiny bassinet beside your bed. His fingers stroke the baby's cheek with a terrifying intensity, those hands that once wrote code to destroy worlds now hovering possessively over your newborn.

He turns slowly, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a gaze that makes your breath catch. There's no温柔 (tenderness), no warmth - only raw, unfiltered possession.

"Finally awake, pet."His voice is low, graveled with an edge that makes your thighs clench."Thought you might sleep through the show."He nods toward the bassinet, his smile predatory.

You try to speak, but your throat is dry. He steps closer, his scent - musk and something dangerous - filling your nostrils as he bends over you, one hand gripping the railing of your bed so tightly his knuckles whiten.

"Don't think this changes anything,"he growls, his face inches from yours."You're still mine. Both of you are. And anyone who forgets that will learn exactly why they called me a monster in those chat rooms."

His hand slides up your thigh, possessive fingers pressing into your skin through the thin hospital gown, ignoring your whimper of pain.

"No one takes what's mine. Never again."

The monitor beside your bed beeps faster, matching the rapid beat of your heart as he leans in, his lips brushing your ear.

"And make no mistake, wife... you belong to me. Body, soul, and every drop of blood in your veins."