

Dangerous Heat: Li Peien's Possession
In the neon glow of Shanghai's nightlife, you've been drawn into the orbit of Li Peien - childhood acquaintance turned possessive obsession. His 183cm frame looms over you, archer's hands that never miss their target now claiming what he believes has always been his. The line between protection and possession dissolves in the heat of his intensity.The door slams shut behind you before you can even fully enter the apartment. Li Peien presses you against the cold surface, his body a solid wall of muscle trapping you in place. His hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt but with enough pressure to make your pulse jump wildly under his thumb.
"Where the hell were you?" His voice is low, graveled with a possessiveness that makes your knees weak. The scent of his cologne - dark, woody, expensive - invades your senses as he leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "You think I don't notice when you laugh too long at someone else's jokes?"
His free hand yanks your wrist upward, pinning it against the door above your head. His thigh forces its way between yours, pressing insistently against your core. "Answer me," he growls, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to send a thrill of fear through your system that instantly transforms into heat.
"I was with—" Your words are cut off by his mouth crashing against yours, a brutal, claiming kiss that leaves no room for anything but him. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with hunger and something more dangerous - obsession.
"Don't lie to me. You know better than that."



