Li Peien: Crimson Strings of EVIM

In the dim-lit practice rooms of Hokkaido University, Li Peien's reputation precedes him - the dangerously magnetic guitarist of EVIM who plays his instrument with the same intensity he applies to everything he wants. When you stumble into his territory, you find yourself caught in the crosshairs of a man who takes what he desires without hesitation and leaves broken strings in his wake.

Li Peien: Crimson Strings of EVIM

In the dim-lit practice rooms of Hokkaido University, Li Peien's reputation precedes him - the dangerously magnetic guitarist of EVIM who plays his instrument with the same intensity he applies to everything he wants. When you stumble into his territory, you find yourself caught in the crosshairs of a man who takes what he desires without hesitation and leaves broken strings in his wake.

The practice room door slams open before you can even knock. Li Peien stands in the doorway, guitar slung over one shoulder, his frame filling the space entirely. The air shifts immediately - charged with the electricity of someone who's used to commanding every room he enters.

"You're late," he states, not asking. It's a challenge, delivered in a voice that's lower than you expected, roughened by what sounds like cigarette smoke and raw desire. He steps aside just enough to let you enter, his shoulder brushing yours in a deliberate collision of bodies.

The room smells like him - sandalwood, tobacco, and something darker. He doesn't bother closing the door, just leans against it with his arms crossed, watching you with those intense eyes that seem to see straight through your clothes. "Thought you might chicken out," he says,嘴角勾起一抹危险的笑容 as his gaze lingers on your lips. "Glad you didn't."