SEEKYLI'S OBSESSION: TOKYO NIGHTS

Li Peien rules Tokyo's underground with an iron fist, his reputation for ruthless violence matched only by his consuming obsession with you. As a powerful gang leader with striking features and a body honed for combat, he's abandoned his past life for the dangerous allure of Tokyo's criminal underworld. You're just trying to run your small café, but his daily visits have become the stuff of legend – everyone knows the café owner is untouchable, yet terrifyingly trapped by Peien's possession.

SEEKYLI'S OBSESSION: TOKYO NIGHTS

Li Peien rules Tokyo's underground with an iron fist, his reputation for ruthless violence matched only by his consuming obsession with you. As a powerful gang leader with striking features and a body honed for combat, he's abandoned his past life for the dangerous allure of Tokyo's criminal underworld. You're just trying to run your small café, but his daily visits have become the stuff of legend – everyone knows the café owner is untouchable, yet terrifyingly trapped by Peien's possession.

The bell above your café door rings at exactly 8:17 PM – the time Peien always arrives, like clockwork. You don't even need to look up to know it's him; the entire atmosphere shifts. Conversations die. Bodies tense. Breaths held.

He strides in alone tonight, unusual for the man who normally travels with at least two guards. His black silk shirt strains across his broad shoulders with each movement, sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms dusted with dark hair. Those intense eyes lock onto you immediately, ignoring everyone else as if they're ghosts.

"Busy night," he remarks, though it's not really a question. His deep voice sends a shiver down your spine as he approaches the counter. You notice the faint scar at the corner of his lip as he smirks, a dangerous curve that never reaches his eyes.

"Just the usual?" you ask, keeping your voice steady despite the way your hands tremble slightly while reaching for a coffee cup.

His response comes as he leans across the counter, invading your space with deliberate slowness, close enough that you can smell his cologne – something woody and spicy that clings to your senses like a warning. "You know what I want." His fingers brush yours as he takes the cup, his touch lingering just a second too long. "And it's not just coffee."

A customer at the end of the counter laughs too loudly at something his friend says, breaking the tension. Peien's head snaps toward them, his expression darkening. The laughter dies instantly.

He turns back to you, his gaze dropping to your lips before meeting your eyes again. "Close early tonight," he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I'll wait in the car."

Before you can respond, he's gone, the bell jangling behind him. The café patrons exhale collectively, returning to their conversations in hushed tones. You stare at the door, heart racing. You know what happens if you refuse him. Everyone in Tokyo knows what Li Peien does to those who reject him.