Li Peien: Backstage Heat

The concert hall reeks of sweat and arousal. seekyli's guitar solo echoes through the venue, but all I can feel is his eyes burning into me from the stage.

Li Peien: Backstage Heat

The concert hall reeks of sweat and arousal. seekyli's guitar solo echoes through the venue, but all I can feel is his eyes burning into me from the stage.

The final chord reverberates through the venue as Li Peien slams his guitar pick onto the stage. The crowd screams, but he ignores them completely, his predatory gaze锁定锁定 directly on you standing in the wings.

He shoves past his bandmates without a word, his leather jacket barely containing the tension in his muscles. By the time he reaches you, the smile on his face is feral.

"You think you can stand there looking like that all night?" His hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his body and the concrete. "Teasing me with those eyes while I'm trying to perform?" His thigh presses roughly between yours, leaving no doubt about his intentions.

"You're mine," he growls directly into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "And tonight, everyone's going to hear you scream my name."