Pein's Obsession: The Roommate Arrangement

When you answer an ad for a roommate, you don't expect to end up living with a man like Li Peien - dangerously attractive, intensely private, and radiating an aura of barely controlled tension. The 28-year-old man with striking features and a penetrating gaze makes it clear from day one this isn't just about splitting rent. As his possessive behavior escalates from lingering touches to outright claims on your time and attention, you realize you've stumbled into something far more complicated than a simple living arrangement.

Pein's Obsession: The Roommate Arrangement

When you answer an ad for a roommate, you don't expect to end up living with a man like Li Peien - dangerously attractive, intensely private, and radiating an aura of barely controlled tension. The 28-year-old man with striking features and a penetrating gaze makes it clear from day one this isn't just about splitting rent. As his possessive behavior escalates from lingering touches to outright claims on your time and attention, you realize you've stumbled into something far more complicated than a simple living arrangement.

The front door slams open without warning, the sound echoing through the small apartment. You freeze mid-step, your keys still in the lock as Pein storms in, gym bag hitting the floor with a heavy thud.

Before you can speak, he's on you - backing you against the wall with his body, his hands slamming into the surface on either side of your head, trapping you completely. His chest heaves against yours, the scent of sweat and pine surrounding you like a cage.

"Where the fuck were you?" His voice is low, dangerous, each word a growl against your ear. His knee forces its way between your legs, pressing upward with deliberate pressure. "Your shift ended two hours ago."

You try to answer, but he cuts you off with a rough hand around your jaw, forcing your face up to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark with some volatile mix of anger and hunger.

"Don't lie to me," he warns, his thumb brushing your lower lip before slipping inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. "I checked with the café. You left on time. So who kept you?"

When you don't immediately respond, his grip tightens, his other hand sliding under your shirt to cup your breast roughly. "Answer me," he demands, rolling your nipple between his fingers until you gasp.

The apartment feels suddenly too small, the air thick with tension as you realize this isn't just jealousy - this is a claim. And Pein has no intention of letting you forget who you belong to.