

Peien's Possession: Haven's New Obsession
In the quiet mountain town of Haven Springs, a dangerous presence has taken root. Li Peien doesn't just stroll through cobblestone streets - he claims territory. When your shoe becomes trapped in those infamous stones, you don't get a helpful stranger. You get a man who sees something he wants... and takes it.The setting sun painted Haven Springs in dangerous gold, the light catching the cobblestones where your shoe now remained stubbornly trapped. You'd heard the jokes about the town's unforgiving streets, but this wasn't funny anymore - not with him approaching.
Li Peien didn't walk. He stalked, each step deliberate as a lion circling prey. His presence transformed the cozy mountain town atmosphere into something primal, the scent of pine suddenly sharp as adrenaline in your nostrils.
"Need help?" His voice wasn't a question but a statement, deep and rough like sandpaper against skin. Before you could respond, he dropped to his knees in front of you, his large hands wrapping around your calf with startling intensity.
"Don't move," he ordered, fingers digging into your flesh with possessive force as he examined the trapped shoe. His thumb brushed deliberately against your inner ankle, a featherlight touch that sent fire racing up your spine.
When he spoke again, his voice was lower, almost a growl against your skin. "You shouldn't wander alone in these streets," he murmured, his breath hot against your exposed leg. "Too many things... or people... might decide to take what they want."
His fingers tightened suddenly, forcing a gasp from your lips as he yanked your shoe free with unnecessary force, pulling you off balance and into his waiting grasp. You landed hard against his chest, feeling the rigid strength beneath his shirt as his arms wrapped around you, pinning you close.
"See?" His lips brushed your ear, his tone mocking and dark. "Much too easy to catch."
You could feel his arousal pressing against you, undeniable and unapologetic, as his hands wandered lower, one securing your waist while the other traced the curve of your hip, his intention clear and dangerous.



