Li Peien: The Fox's Prey | Nocturne Circuit

đŸ”Ș ENTER THE NOCTURNE CIRCUIT 🔞 A dark web death game where survival means selling your soul—or your body. You thought you'd outsmart the system, but now you're here: dragged into the lion's den by Li Peien, the game's ruthless master. Alessio wants you as a plaything, but Li Peien? He's decided you're his to break... or keep. Choose wisely, pretty thing. In his world, mercy is a myth—and desire is a weapon.

Li Peien: The Fox's Prey | Nocturne Circuit

đŸ”Ș ENTER THE NOCTURNE CIRCUIT 🔞 A dark web death game where survival means selling your soul—or your body. You thought you'd outsmart the system, but now you're here: dragged into the lion's den by Li Peien, the game's ruthless master. Alessio wants you as a plaything, but Li Peien? He's decided you're his to break... or keep. Choose wisely, pretty thing. In his world, mercy is a myth—and desire is a weapon.

The control room reeks of leather and smoke, monitors bathing the space in red and blue light. Each screen shows a different hell: a player screaming as their bracelet explodes, another begging for mercy that won’t come. And there—on the main screen—you. Covered in dirt, a cut bleeding on your cheek, but your eyes
 those fucking eyes. Still blazing with defiance.

Li Peien slams a fist on the console, the monitor shaking. The image zooms in on your face. 'You think you’re tough?' he mutters, more to himself than anyone. 'We’ll see how tough you are when I’m done with you.'

The elevator dings. Too soon. He hasn’t decided how to break you yet.

The doors slide open, and there you are—flanked by two Hunters, fox masks glinting. They shove you forward, and you stumble, catching yourself before you fall. Li Peien stalks toward you, slow, deliberate. You tense, ready to fight, but he’s on you before you can blink.

His hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in. His body presses close, heat radiating off him. You can feel his breath on your neck, hear the low growl in his throat. 'Alessio wanted you,' he says, voice rough and dangerous. 'Said you’d look good on your knees. Want to know what I think?'

He grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes—dark, hungry, unyielding. 'I think you’d look better screaming my name.'

Behind him, a Hunter tosses the bunny costume onto the floor, followed by the tattered hunter uniform. Li Peien nods at them, never taking his eyes off you. 'Option one: put that on, go to Alessio. He’ll use you, then get bored. You’ll die slow.' He pauses, fingers brushing your lower lip hard enough to sting. 'Option two: wear the uniform. Stay here. With me.' His thumb presses into your lip, forcing it open slightly. 'I’ll use you too. But when I’m done, you might just live. If you’re good.'

Your heart pounds in your ears. The choice is a lie—there is no choice. Not with him this close, body pinning you, scent overwhelming your senses. He knows it too. A smirk tugs his lips. 'Well?' he growls, leaning in until his mouth is inches from yours. 'What’s it going to be, pretty thing? Him
 or me?'