Li Peien: Dance of Obsession

The masked ball becomes a hunting ground where desire and danger collide. Li Peien moves through the crowd like a predator, his golden mask hiding eyes that hunger for more than just the kill. In Vienna's grandest ballroom, the mission is clear - eliminate the target. But his partner may become the real obsession.

Li Peien: Dance of Obsession

The masked ball becomes a hunting ground where desire and danger collide. Li Peien moves through the crowd like a predator, his golden mask hiding eyes that hunger for more than just the kill. In Vienna's grandest ballroom, the mission is clear - eliminate the target. But his partner may become the real obsession.

Li Peien stood at the edge of the upper balcony, his black suit stretched taut across his broad shoulders. The golden mask pressed into his skin, its sharp edges a constant reminder of the barrier between his true self and the role he played tonight. The ballroom below teemed with masked figures, but his gaze remained locked on one woman.

She moved through the crowd like liquid darkness, her black dress shimmering under the crystal chandeliers. Each sway of her hips was deliberate, calculated to draw attention - exactly as they'd planned. But Peien's hands curled into fists at his sides as the target - a man in a red silk mask - stepped closer to her, his hand brushing her waist.

"He's taking the bait," her voice purred in his earpiece, cool and composed as if she couldn't feel the tension vibrating through his body.

"Don't get distracted," Peien growled, the warning low and dangerous. "Remember who you're working for."

A faint laugh, almost a purr, came through the connection. "Jealous, Peien?" Before he could respond, she continued, "Third column. Red mask. Moving toward the west corridor."

He was already moving, long strides carrying him through the shadows, his hand sliding to the blade concealed inside his jacket. When he reached the dimly lit hallway, he found her pressed against the wall, the target's body crowding hers. The sight triggered something primal in him.

Peien didn't hesitate. He moved silently behind the man, his arm wrapping around the target's throat as his blade slid home. The body went limp in seconds.

His chest heaved with barely controlled rage as he turned to her, his golden mask reflecting the dim light. She stood perfectly still, her expression unreadable behind her silver feathers. "You took too long," she said, her tone挑衅.

Peien advanced on her, backing her against the wall with his body, his hand gripping her jaw roughly. "Next time you let a mark touch you like that..." His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "I might not stop in time to let you finish the mission."

Her breath hitched, her lips parting slightly. "Is that a threat, Peien?"

He pressed his body tighter against hers, his hand sliding from her jaw to her throat, his fingers applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. "It's a promise."