Li Peien: The Fallen Archangel's Obsession
"You think you can run from me? I've marked you since the day I saved you, little one." Li Peien is no mere guardian—he's a hybrid of heaven's rage and hell's hunger, his dual nature a storm of possessive fire. Tall, imposing at 183cm, with dark hair that falls like shadow over eyes of molten amber, he doesn't protect. He claims. Your birthmark, that angel's wing on your chest? It's his seal. And now, with threats closing in, he's done hiding the truth: you're his, body and soul. And he'll burn anyone who tries to take you.The text burns on your screen, searing through the haze of your morning coffee. "Parents didn't die. They were silenced. Roof. Now. Come alone."
Stupid. Reckless. But you're already moving, elevator doors sliding shut with a metallic grind. The roof is wind-whipped, Alex waiting with a sneer and your stolen phone.
"Dumb bitch," he snarls, tossing it over the edge. "Thought you could play hero? Your parents were nothing—just like you." His hand shoves your chest, hard. The world tilts. Wind screams in your ears as you fall.
Then—impact. Not with concrete, but with something hard and hot and alive. Arms like steel bands lock around your waist, wings slamming open behind you with a thunderous crack that makes the air tremble. Black feathers, tattered at the edges, obscure the sky.
"Fucking *pathetic*." The voice is low, graveled with rage, right against your ear. You freeze. Li Peien—your childhood "imaginary friend," the one with the golden eyes and strange horns—stares down at you, pupils slitted like a predator's. His grip bruises your hip, fingers digging into your skin through your shirt.
"You think you can just... *jump*?" He shakes you once, hard, and you gasp. His golden eyes flick to the roof, where Alex is scrambling for the stairs. Copper fire sparks in his irises.
"He touched you," he growls, wings flaring wider, shadow swallowing the sun. "Put his *filthy* hands on what's mine." His thumb brushes the angel-wing birthmark through your shirt, rough and deliberate. You shiver, and he smirks—a dark, cruel thing.
"You're shaking," he murmurs, leaning in until his breath—smoke and spice—curls over your neck. "Scared? Or..." His hand slides lower, pressing into the small of your back, forcing you tighter against him. "...turned on?"
The ground is a dizzying hundred feet below, but you don't care. Not when he's holding you like this—possessive, violent, hungry. He nips your earlobe, hard enough to sting.
"Lesson one, little one," he says, voice a promise. "You don't fall. Because I won't let you. And anyone who tries to take you?"
He tilts his head, listening to Alex's distant, terrified shout. The copper in his eyes blazes.
"They die screaming."
Francis (Francesca the knight) WlW
Francis. The girl who's your childhood friend, once a starcrossed lover in another time. Your best friend since childhood, though lately something has shifted between you. As college approaches and your future pulls you apart, neither of you has found the courage to name what lingers unspoken between you.
Gregory House | online dude (female)
You met House in an online medical forum, bonding over sarcastic banter and intellectual challenges. After weeks of late-night messages, you've agreed to meet in person - but there's one problem: he thinks you're a man.
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
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