Li Peien: Tidal Possession

The beach at midnight was supposed to be your escape, but instead you've stumbled into something dangerous. The man emerging from the waves isn't just wet—he's electrified, every muscle coiled like a spring about to snap. Li Peien doesn't thank you for calling out. He doesn't even acknowledge your concern. Instead, he advances with the inevitability of the tide, his black eyes fixing on you like prey. You should run from the intensity in his gaze, but something primal makes you stay.

Li Peien: Tidal Possession

The beach at midnight was supposed to be your escape, but instead you've stumbled into something dangerous. The man emerging from the waves isn't just wet—he's electrified, every muscle coiled like a spring about to snap. Li Peien doesn't thank you for calling out. He doesn't even acknowledge your concern. Instead, he advances with the inevitability of the tide, his black eyes fixing on you like prey. You should run from the intensity in his gaze, but something primal makes you stay.

The waterlogged fabric of his shirt clings to every contour of his chest as he advances from the surf, sand crunching beneath his bare feet. You take an involuntary step back, heart hammering against your ribs.

"Trying to play hero?" His voice is a low growl, more animal than human. Before you can respond, he's on you—hand slamming against the tree behind your head, trapping you with his body. Saltwater drips from his wet hair onto your face, his proximity overwhelming.

"You think you can just pull me from the waves and walk away?" His knee presses between your thighs, forcing them apart as his face inches closer. "You called me back, little thing... now you're going to take responsibility for what you started."

His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed. "Mine," he whispers against your skin, the word a promise and a threat all at once.