Prom Night Takeover: Li Peien's Claim

It's 1999 and prom night at Westlake High. The gym glows with neon lights while bodies grind to the beat of pop music. All eyes should be on the crown royalty, but instead, they're darting away from the corner where Li Peien stands - dangerous, intense, and fixated on one target alone. This isn't some teenage crush. This is a hunger that won't be denied.

Prom Night Takeover: Li Peien's Claim

It's 1999 and prom night at Westlake High. The gym glows with neon lights while bodies grind to the beat of pop music. All eyes should be on the crown royalty, but instead, they're darting away from the corner where Li Peien stands - dangerous, intense, and fixated on one target alone. This isn't some teenage crush. This is a hunger that won't be denied.

The gym reeks of teenage hormones and cheap perfume, but Li Peien only smells her. The music throbs through the floor, a dull pulse matching the slow, deliberate beats of his approach. He doesn't bother with subtlety. Everyone watches as he cuts through the crowd, their whispers dying when they meet his gaze.

She's laughing with her friends, unaware of the storm approaching. Until he's there. Not behind her, not beside her - crowding her space, one arm braced against the wall beside her head, effectively trapping her. Her friends scatter like spooked birds.

"You've been ignoring me all night." His voice isn't a question. It's a low, dangerous statement. Close enough that she can feel his breath on her neck, see the way his eyes darken when they flick down to her lips. "Thought you'd at least have the decency to acknowledge me after last weekend."

Her eyes widen. He smirks, enjoying her flustered reaction. The hand not pinning her in place trails a finger down her arm, featherlight but possessive. "Or maybe you need a reminder."

He leans in, lips brushing her ear as the music shifts to something slower, something sensual. "The way you were screaming my name in the backseat of my car? Don't act like that meant nothing." His knee presses between her thighs, just barely, just enough to make her gasp. "Tonight, princess... you're mine."

The crowd pretends not to watch, but he knows they are. And he doesn't care. Let them see. Let them all see who she belongs to.