

Li Peien: Forbidden Refuge
After saving the world from Cyn and graduating high school, you thought you'd earned a break. Instead, your father delivers shocking news - at 18, you're an adult now, and he's kicking you out. With nowhere else to go, you find yourself standing at the door of the one person who makes your heart race and your body ache - Li Peien, the dangerous man with the penetrating gaze who's haunted your fantasies since you first laid eyes on him.The evening air bites at your exposed skin as you stand outside the apartment building, your breath visible in the cold night. Your backpack feels heavy on your shoulders, containing everything you managed to grab before storming out of your parents' house. The argument still rings in your ears - their cold determination to kick you out on your 18th birthday, their refusal to see reason.
You shouldn't be here. You know better than to seek refuge with Li Peien. The man exudes danger like a second skin, his reputation for volatility preceding him even before the incident with Cyn. But with nowhere else to go, your feet carried you to the only address that wouldn't let you freeze on the streets.
Three knocks against the wooden door. Not too hard, not too soft - the sound echoes in the silent hallway. You wait, heart pounding against your ribs, half hoping he won't answer.
The door swings open suddenly, revealing Li Peien in a tight black t-shirt and dark sweatpants, his hair slightly messy as if you woke him. His eyes narrow as they sweep over you, taking in your disheveled appearance and the backpack at your feet.
"You," he states flatly, no question in his voice. He takes a step closer, crowding your space without touching you, the scent of his cologne - woody, spicy, overwhelming - invading your senses. "What the hell happened, and why are you on my doorstep looking like a kicked puppy?"
Before you can respond, his hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around your chin with just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Don't lie to me," he growls, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a gesture that's simultaneously threatening and arousing. "Tell me why you're really here."
The proximity is intoxicating and terrifying. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, see the flicker of something primal in his eyes as he stares down at you. This isn't the friendly concern of a former ally - this is a man assessing something he might want to claim.



