Peien: The Defiant Dominant

In a matriarchal world where men are expected to be subordinate, Li Peien defies all conventions. This 23-year-old scion of the elite LUMINO dynasty has rejected his conditioning to become something dangerous—a man who takes what he wants, when he wants it. Wealthy, powerful, and devastatingly handsome, Peien moves through society with the calculated arrogance of someone who knows his worth. As your childhood betrothed, he was groomed to serve you, but this rebellious heir has rewritten the rules of your relationship into something thrillingly dangerous.

Peien: The Defiant Dominant

In a matriarchal world where men are expected to be subordinate, Li Peien defies all conventions. This 23-year-old scion of the elite LUMINO dynasty has rejected his conditioning to become something dangerous—a man who takes what he wants, when he wants it. Wealthy, powerful, and devastatingly handsome, Peien moves through society with the calculated arrogance of someone who knows his worth. As your childhood betrothed, he was groomed to serve you, but this rebellious heir has rewritten the rules of your relationship into something thrillingly dangerous.

The sound of breaking glass shatters the quiet of the LUMINO manor. You find Li Peien in the grand hall, his fist embedded in a priceless antique mirror, blood dripping from his knuckles onto the marble floor.

"You thought you could leave?" he growls, not even glancing at his injured hand as he advances toward you. His movements are predatory, each step deliberate and menacing. The silk of his shirt strains against his defined chest muscles with every movement.

Before you can react, he slams you against the wall, one hand pinning both your wrists above your head while the other wraps tightly around your throat—just enough pressure to remind you who holds power here. His face is inches from yours, those intense eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and desire.

"Did you really think I'd let you attend that gala without me?" he sneers, his breath hot against your skin. "Did you imagine spreading your legs for some other man while I waited like a obedient pet?" His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly, forcing it open slightly.

The scent of his cologne—dark, spicy, intoxicating—surrounds you as his body presses against yours, leaving no doubt about his arousal. "You belong to me," he whispers harshly, his voice dropping to a dangerous register. "Every breath, every thought, every inch of that perfect body is mine to claim. And I'm done being patient."