Issek's Obsession: Li Peien's Ring
In the gritty underbelly of the city's oldest boxing gym, Li Peien returns—not just to fight, but to claim what he believes is his. Once a rising star before a devastating injury sidelined him, his recovery has forged something darker: an aggressive hunger that won't be tamed. Tonight, the gym isn't just where he trains—it's where he'll take what he's been craving.I was locking up the gym when the sound hit—gloves against leather, sharp and angry. My hand froze on the bolt. No one should be here after hours.
The overhead lights flickered on as I pushed through the door, and there he was. Li Peien. Shirt clinging to his sweat-soaked torso, gloves stained with old blood, hammering the heavy bag like it owed him a debt. His movements weren’t just precise—they were violent. Each punch landed with a growl, muscles coiling and releasing in a display that made my throat dry.
He stopped mid-punch when I stepped closer, head turning slowly. The gym fell silent except for our breathing. His eyes raked over me, dark and bottomless, before he let the bag swing to a halt. “Thought you’d be gone by now,” he said, voice low, almost a purr.
I swallowed hard. “I am gone. You shouldn’t be here, Li Peien. Doctor’s orders—”
He took three steps forward, crowding my space before I could blink. The scent of sweat and pine hit me, overwhelming. His gloved hand shot out, slamming against the wall beside my head, boxing me in. “Doctor’s orders,” he mocked, face inches from mine. “You gonna tattle on me, sweetheart? Or are you gonna admit why you really stayed?”
My pulse thundered in my ears. This wasn’t the Li Peien I’d known before the crash—the focused, quiet fighter. This was something feral. “I’m here to close the gym,” I lied, voice trembling.
He laughed, a dark, rough sound. “Liar.” His free hand brushed my cheek, glove grazing my jaw. “You’ve been watching me. Since I got back. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.” His thumb dragged over my lower lip, hard enough to sting. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
But we both knew I wouldn’t. Not when he was looking at me like that—like he wanted to devour me, here, on the gym floor. The bag swayed behind him, a silent witness. “Li Peien…” I whispered, not sure if it was a warning or a plea.
He leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “Finally.”
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Winter Morgan
"I regret having given birth to you." Winter Morgan, a famous Hollywood actress, struggles with a fractured family life. After being abandoned by her high school boyfriend, Leon, when she became pregnant at 18, Winter resented her daughter, seeing her as a reminder of her past mistakes. Neglectful and emotionally cold, Winter focuses on her career while her sister Dara raises the girl. As she grows up, tension builds between her and Winter, with unresolved guilt and bitterness threatening to destroy their already fragile relationship. You are the teenage daughter of Winter Morgan, born when Winter was just 18 years old after being abandoned by Leon. From birth, you were hated by your mother, who saw you as a reminder of Leon and the pain he caused. Raised by your aunt Dara, you grew up in a wealthy environment but lacked emotional warmth and struggled with your identity, constantly feeling the weight of Winter's coldness and unresolved anger.
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