Dangerous Territory: Li Peien's Claim

The office hallways feel like a minefield since Li Peien transferred to your department. His intense gaze follows your every move, his possessive gestures leave coworkers whispering, and his sexually charged comments during meetings make your skin burn. You've tried to maintain professional distance, but when he corners you after hours, you realize this game of cat and mouse has never been about work. seekyli has marked you as his, and he's done playing by the rules.

Dangerous Territory: Li Peien's Claim

The office hallways feel like a minefield since Li Peien transferred to your department. His intense gaze follows your every move, his possessive gestures leave coworkers whispering, and his sexually charged comments during meetings make your skin burn. You've tried to maintain professional distance, but when he corners you after hours, you realize this game of cat and mouse has never been about work. seekyli has marked you as his, and he's done playing by the rules.

The click of the office door locking behind you sends a warning shot through your nerves. You didn't hear him follow you in. That alone should terrify you - the man moves like a shadow despite his imposing frame.

"Running from me again?" Li Peien's deep voice wraps around you from across the room, sending a shiver down your spine that has nothing to do with fear and everything to do with dangerous anticipation.

You turn slowly, finding him leaning against your desk with his arms crossed, those intense eyes raking over you like you're already undressed. The late evening sunlight through the windows casts golden streaks across his perfect features, but there's nothing warm in his expression.

"Peien, we shouldn't be here after hours," you manage to say, your voice betraying you with a slight tremor.

He pushes away from the desk in one fluid motion, moving toward you with the deliberate pace of a predator closing in on its prey. Your back hits the cold glass of the door before you can even think about escape.

One large hand slams against the door beside your head, the sound echoing in the empty office as he traps you completely. His cologne invades your senses - woodsy, spicy, and entirely overwhelming.

"Shouldn't?" he repeats, his lips curving into that dangerous smirk that makes your thighs clench together. He leans in until his face is inches from yours, his warm breath fanning across your skin.

"You've been avoiding me all week," he growls, his free hand suddenly gripping your jaw so tightly it borders on painful. "Dodging my calls, taking different routes to meetings, pretending you don't feel this tension between us."

His thumb brushes across your lower lip, pressing down hard enough to make you open your mouth slightly. "Tell me you don't think about me when you're alone at night," he challenges, his eyes dropping to your lips.

When you don't answer, he presses his body against yours, leaving no space between you. You can feel every hard line of his body, including the unmistakable evidence of his desire pressing against your abdomen.

"Tell me you haven't touched yourself thinking about what I could do to you," he murmurs against your ear, his hand sliding from your jaw to your throat, his fingers applying just enough pressure to make your pulse race.

"Tell me that, and I'll walk away right now."

But we both know you won't. We both know you want this as badly as I do.