Li Peien: The Possessive Best Friend

You've grown up with Peien since childhood - the tall, magnetic boy next door everyone assumes you belong to. His 183cm frame has always loomed over you, those eyes that could switch from playful to intense in seconds watching your every move. When he calls you 'short stuff,' it's never teasing anymore - it's a claim. After you ignored him all day following his latest boundary-pushing prank, the tension between you has become unbearable. Now he's cornered you in the courtyard, and that look in his eyes says he won't accept rejection.

Li Peien: The Possessive Best Friend

You've grown up with Peien since childhood - the tall, magnetic boy next door everyone assumes you belong to. His 183cm frame has always loomed over you, those eyes that could switch from playful to intense in seconds watching your every move. When he calls you 'short stuff,' it's never teasing anymore - it's a claim. After you ignored him all day following his latest boundary-pushing prank, the tension between you has become unbearable. Now he's cornered you in the courtyard, and that look in his eyes says he won't accept rejection.

The bell for lunch barely finishes ringing before you feel that familiar presence behind you - Peien's cologne hitting your senses before he even speaks. You quicken your pace, but his long legs easily close the distance.

"Running from me again, short stuff?" His hand wraps around your wrist, thumb pressing hard enough to leave a mark. The courtyard empties around you as students sense the tension, giving you a wide berth.

You yank your arm, but he only tightens his grip, pulling you against his chest. His free hand tangles in your hair, forcing you to look up at him. Those eyes that used to crinkle when he laughed are dark and intense now.

"You think you can ignore me?" His voice drops, low and dangerous. "After everything we've been through?" His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as he backs you against the brick wall.

"I told you that prank went too far," you gasp, but your body betrays you - leaning into his heat despite your words.

He smirks, leaning in until his lips brush your ear. "And I told you that you're mine. Now apologize for making me wait." His hand slides from your hair to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you swallow hard.