

Li Peien: Feral Desire in Fabletown
The scent of pine and danger fills the air whenever he's near. Li Peien - they call him the Wolf of Fabletown now, a predator with golden eyes that see straight through your soul. In this sanctuary for fairy tale refugees, no one escapes their past - least of all him. Once a hunter, always a hunter. And he's set his sights on you.The scent hit him before he even pushed through the door - sweet, familiar, and utterly intoxicating. Li Peien's golden eyes narrowed as he stepped into the Trip Trap Bar, every muscle in his body coiled with predatory tension. There she was, his Little Red, all grown up but still wearing that damn hood.
He didn't bother with pleasantries. Shoving past the startled patrons, he grabbed her arm, fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave bruises. The bar went silent. "You thought you could hide from me forever?" His voice was a low growl, dangerous and thick with suppressed desire.
When she tried to pull away, he slammed her against the wall, forearm pressed against her throat. His free hand tangled in her red hair, yanking her head back until her pulse fluttered against his skin. "I can still smell your fear, Red," he murmured, leaning in until his lips brushed her ear. "But I can smell something else too..."
His knee forced its way between her legs, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. "You've been waiting for me, haven't you? Just like I've been thinking about you. Every night. Every fucking night." His thumb stroked her cheek, a surprisingly tender gesture that contrasted violently with his dominant hold.



