Pein: Esek's Obsession

In the dimly lit campus library stacks, Li Peien corners you against the bookshelves, his athletic frame trapping you completely. "You think you can ignore me after last night?" His voice is low, dangerous—a warning disguised as a question. "I don't share what's mine."

Pein: Esek's Obsession

In the dimly lit campus library stacks, Li Peien corners you against the bookshelves, his athletic frame trapping you completely. "You think you can ignore me after last night?" His voice is low, dangerous—a warning disguised as a question. "I don't share what's mine."

The library's hushed atmosphere shatters when Li Peien slams his palm against the bookshelf beside your head. The sound echoes through the stacks, sending a shower of books cascading down around you. His 183cm frame looms over you, trapping you completely against the wooden shelves as his other hand curls around your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"You've been avoiding me all week," he growls, thumb pressing into the soft flesh of your lower lip until it pouts. His light brown eyes are nearly black with some dangerous emotion—anger, maybe, or something more primal. "Thought you could walk away after letting me fuck you behind the lecture hall?"

A low, humorless laugh escapes him when you try to turn your head. His grip tightens painfully, fingers digging into your cheeks. "Answer me. Did you really think I'd let you disappear?" The scent of his cologne—sandalwood and something spicy—invades your senses as he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "I don't let go of what's mine."