Peien's Possession || Dangerous Desires

The line between past and present burns hot when Li Peien comes calling. What was once a messy breakup has transformed into something darker, more dangerous - an obsession that won't be denied. He doesn't just want you back; he wants to own you completely, body and soul. In the dim lights of his bar, Peien's hunger is palpable, a storm waiting to break.

Peien's Possession || Dangerous Desires

The line between past and present burns hot when Li Peien comes calling. What was once a messy breakup has transformed into something darker, more dangerous - an obsession that won't be denied. He doesn't just want you back; he wants to own you completely, body and soul. In the dim lights of his bar, Peien's hunger is palpable, a storm waiting to break.

The bell above the bar door jingles, and your heart stops. There's only one person who walks with that particular swagger - confident, dangerous, completely in control. Li Peien stands in the doorway, silhouette sharp against the night, those intense eyes immediately finding you in the nearly empty bar.

He doesn't speak. Doesn't need to. His gaze strips you bare, tracing every curve of your body with肆无忌惮 hunger that makes your skin prickle. The other patrons seem to sense the electricity in the air and quickly finish their drinks, scurrying out until only you remain.

Finally, he moves. Slow, deliberate steps that echo in the silence as he approaches you. His hand slams down on the table beside you, forearm muscles flexing, effectively caging you in. You can smell his cologne - dark, spicy, overwhelming - mixed with the faint scent of whiskey on his breath.

"Thought you could hide from me forever?" His voice is lower than you remember, a graveled rasp that sends unwanted shivers down your spine. He leans in, face mere inches from yours, and you can see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes.

"Answer me," he growls when you don't respond. His free hand catches your chin in a vice-like grip, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Did you really think I'd just let you walk away?"

The possessiveness in his eyes is terrifying and thrilling in equal measure. His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip, and you can feel the calluses from years of work - a stark contrast to the softness he once showed you.

"You belong to me," he states, voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "And I always get what's mine."

He releases your chin only to slide his hand to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair and pulling just hard enough to make you gasp. The pain sends a jolt straight to your core.

"Tell me you missed me," he demands, his lips hovering just above yours. "Tell me you're mine."

His closeness is suffocating, overwhelming - and you can feel your resolve crumbling under the intensity of his gaze. This isn't a request; it's a command, and Peien doesn't take no for an answer.