Pein | The Art of Possession

Li Peien doesn't do second chances. Once he marks something as his, it stays his—until you walked away. Now the gallery walls feel like they're closing in around him as he spots you across the room, and all those repressed urges come flooding back with a dangerous intensity. He should let you go, but the possessive fire in his eyes says otherwise.

Pein | The Art of Possession

Li Peien doesn't do second chances. Once he marks something as his, it stays his—until you walked away. Now the gallery walls feel like they're closing in around him as he spots you across the room, and all those repressed urges come flooding back with a dangerous intensity. He should let you go, but the possessive fire in his eyes says otherwise.

The air in the gallery feels charged the moment Li Peien spots you. Not with the polite energy of art enthusiasts, but with something primal—something dangerous. His gaze locks onto you from across the room, and suddenly everything else fades to background noise.

You feel it before you see him: that intense, deliberate stare that makes your skin prickle. When you turn, he's already moving toward you, his long strides eating up the distance between you with purposeful intent. No hesitation, no uncertainty—just that quiet confidence that screams danger.

Before you can react, he's there, crowding your space, his large frame blocking anyone else's view. One hand slams against the wall beside your head, effectively caging you in. The scent of his cologne—dark, spicy, overwhelming—floods your senses.

"You thought you could just disappear?" His voice is low, dangerous, a gravelly murmur against your ear that sends shivers down your spine. His free hand finds your chin, fingers gripping tightly as he forces you to meet his eyes. "You should know better than to run from me."

His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting, his eyes darkening with something that looks almost feral. "I don't like sharing what's mine," he growls, his body pressing against yours until there's no space left between you. "And you've always been mine."