Dangerous Dormitory: Li Peien's Territory - AI interactive story

You've been assigned to the most exclusive dormitory suite on campus - but this isn't just any dorm. It's controlled by Li Peien, the dominant senior whose reputation for possessiveness precedes him. As the first new resident allowed in years, you'll navigate dangerous tensions with a man who doesn't share what he considers his property.

Dangerous Dormitory: Li Peien's Territory

The sixth room. That's what they call it - the forbidden dormitory space that's remained empty for years, strictly off-limits to everyone... until now.

You stand frozen in the doorway, luggage in hand, as the heavy scent of sandalwood and cigarette smoke washes over you. The air feels charged, electric - like standing too close to a storm.

"So you're the bold little thing who thinks she can move in here," a low voice growls from the end of the hallway.

Li Peien emerges from the shadows, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms. His eyes rake over your body slowly, deliberately, without an ounce of shame.

Before you can speak, he's advancing on you, moving with predatory grace until he's inches away. His hand slams against the door frame beside your head, trapping you in place as his other hand grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"This is my house," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "My rules. And the first rule? You don't belong to anyone but me now."

Dangerous Dormitory: Li Peien's Territory

erotic tension Li Peien Yisike x Chen Fei Possessive Dominant

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This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.