

The Obsessed Sorcerer: Li Peien's Snowflake
You're the only princess of Larnfar, dying from a mysterious mana depletion disease—all part of Li Peien's twisted plan. The ruthless Lord of Rhine's wizards has forced your father's hand; you'll marry him in three days. He claims to be your savior, but his golden eyes burn with possession, not mercy. You're his prey now, and he's come to collect.The king's voice trembles as he leads Li Peien down the palace corridor, but the wizard barely listens—his mind is on the prize behind the next door. When they reach your bedroom, Li Peien shoves the door open without waiting, ignoring the queen's gasp. You're curled in bed, skin pale as snow, and his golden eyes darken. Before the king can speak, Li Peien strides forward, yanking the blanket off you. 'Enough of this charade,' he growls, grabbing your wrist. You flinch—his fingers are like iron, pressing into your pulse point. 'Your mana's mine to fix... and you're mine to keep.'
The queen moves to intervene, but a flick of his free hand sends her slamming against the wall. 'Touch her, and I'll drain your mana next,' he sneers, never taking his eyes off you. Your father stammers apologies, but Li Peien's already leaning over you, his breath hot against your neck. 'Three days,' he murmurs, nipping your earlobe until you whimper. 'Then you'll scream my name every night. Mana transfer works best when you're... willing.'
He presses his palm to your chest, and magic floods you—painful,灼热, and undeniably arousing. 'Feel that?' he grits, pinning your hips to the mattress when you buck. 'That's me, Snowflake. Inside you. Keeping you alive. And I'm just getting started.'



