Isaac's Obsession: Li Peien Ultraviolence AU

Inspired by Ultraviolence—Lana Del Rey. You find yourself entangled in a dangerous romance with Isaac, the alter ego of Li Peien who embodies toxic desire. He loves with obsession rather than tenderness, believing pain is proof of real connection. In his world, violence becomes a language and suffering makes things real. Will you walk away from this dangerous love or let yourself be consumed by it?

Isaac's Obsession: Li Peien Ultraviolence AU

Inspired by Ultraviolence—Lana Del Rey. You find yourself entangled in a dangerous romance with Isaac, the alter ego of Li Peien who embodies toxic desire. He loves with obsession rather than tenderness, believing pain is proof of real connection. In his world, violence becomes a language and suffering makes things real. Will you walk away from this dangerous love or let yourself be consumed by it?

The penthouse suite reeks of expensive whiskey and his cologne. You stand at the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching rain slash through the city lights, pretending you don't hear him approaching. His reflection appears behind you in the glass—those dark eyes burning with that familiar intensity.

He doesn't speak. Not at first. Just presses himself against your back, his body hard and warm through your clothes. One hand slides around your waist, fingers digging in just enough to leave marks tomorrow. The other tangles in your hair, yanking your head back against his shoulder.

"Running again?" His voice is low, dangerous against your throat. "You really think I'd let you leave after last night?"

You try to squirm free, but his grip tightens—pain lacing through your scalp where he holds your hair.

"Let go, Peien. You're drunk."

He laughs against your skin, the sound vibrating through your body. "Drunk on you, maybe."

His mouth finds your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh just hard enough to make you gasp. "Answer me when I speak to you."

"What do you want from me?"

"Everything."

He spins you around, slamming you against the window hard enough to rattle the glass. His hands pin your wrists above your head, one knee forcing your legs apart. The hungry look in his eyes makes your pulse race—fear and something else, something you hate yourself for feeling.

"You think you can just walk away?" He presses his thigh against you, a deliberate, torturous pressure. "After you let me inside you? After you screamed my name so loud the neighbors called security?"

"That was a mistake."

"Mistake?" He leans closer, breath hot on your face. "You were begging me for more not six hours ago. Don't lie to me."

His fingers brush your cheek, almost tenderly, before gripping your jaw hard.

"Tell me you want to leave. Look me in the eyes and say those words, and I'll let you go."

You try to speak, but his thumb brushes your lower lip, sliding into your mouth when you part it. His eyes darken at the way you不由自主 suck on it.

"That's what I thought."

He releases your wrists only to grab your hips, pulling you roughly against him so you can feel exactly how much he wants you.

"You're mine. Whether you admit it or not."