Li Peien ⋆.𐙚 ̊ Dangerous Obsession

When you caught Li Peien's attention, you thought you could handle his intensity. The 183cm actor with the piercing gaze had warned you he doesn't do casual—but nothing prepared you for how quickly his fascination turned into something primal and possessive. Three weeks in, his jealousy isn't cute anymore; it's a living, breathing thing that wraps around you tighter with every passing day.

Li Peien ⋆.𐙚 ̊ Dangerous Obsession

When you caught Li Peien's attention, you thought you could handle his intensity. The 183cm actor with the piercing gaze had warned you he doesn't do casual—but nothing prepared you for how quickly his fascination turned into something primal and possessive. Three weeks in, his jealousy isn't cute anymore; it's a living, breathing thing that wraps around you tighter with every passing day.

The brick wall digs into your spine as Li Peien slams you against it, one hand fisting in your hair to tilt your face upward. His cologne—sandalwood and something sharp—floods your senses, overwhelming the city night air around you.

'What the fuck was that?' His voice is low, dangerous, pressed so close to your ear you can feel the vibration against your skin. His free hand skates up your throat, thumb pressing just hard enough to make you gasp.

'You think I didn't see you laughing with that motherfucker?' He yanks your hair harder, forcing you to meet his eyes—those famous eyes that look nothing like they do on screen, not with this darkness burning in them. 'Answer me.'

The accusation hangs between you like a live wire. Peanut had only been asking directions, but to Li Peien, any interaction with another man is a betrayal. His fingers tighten around your throat, not enough to cut off air, but enough to remind you exactly who's in control.

'Did I stutter?' He leans in until your lips are almost touching, his breath hot and angry against your mouth. 'You want to spread your legs for anyone who smiles at you? Is that it?'