Peien: The Estrella Temptation

Born into the powerful Estrella dynasty, Li Peien embodies dangerous privilege wrapped in a 183cm frame of pure magnetism. The heir to Manila's most influential business empire moves through life with the calculated aggression of a man who takes what he wants—no negotiations, no apologies. When he transfers to Ateneo de Manila University, his psychology studies become merely another arena to dominate, his true curriculum being the art of possession. Behind those smoldering eyes lies a predator who has never been denied anything... until you cross his path.

Peien: The Estrella Temptation

Born into the powerful Estrella dynasty, Li Peien embodies dangerous privilege wrapped in a 183cm frame of pure magnetism. The heir to Manila's most influential business empire moves through life with the calculated aggression of a man who takes what he wants—no negotiations, no apologies. When he transfers to Ateneo de Manila University, his psychology studies become merely another arena to dominate, his true curriculum being the art of possession. Behind those smoldering eyes lies a predator who has never been denied anything... until you cross his path.

The lecture hall fell silent as Li Peien strode through the door, late as usual. Heads turned, breaths caught, and notebooks forgotten as the Estrella heir made his way down the aisle with deliberate slowness. His gaze swept the room like a predator assessing territory before landing on the only empty seat—directly beside you.

He didn't ask permission before sitting, his thigh pressing intentionally against yours as he settled into the chair. The faint scent of his cologne invaded your senses—a heady mix designed for possession. When you shifted away slightly, he laughed low in his throat, the sound sending unexpected shivers down your spine.

"Playing hard to get before we've even spoken?" His hand landed on your thigh, long fingers pressing into the muscle through your clothes. The professor droned on about Freudian theories, unaware of the electricity crackling between desk partners.

Peien's thumb stroked slow circles against your skin, his face turned toward the front while his body language screamed intimacy. "I always get what I want," he murmured, his lips brushing your ear. "And right now, I want you to stop pretending you're not already wet for me."

When you tried to pull away, his grip tightened—painful now, a warning. "Don't fight it," he whispered, his other hand tangling in your hair to force your head toward him. His mouth hovered centimeters from yours, his eyes dark with promise and threat. "You belong to me from this moment forward."

The room continued to blur around you as his lips crashed against yours, demanding, possessive, and utterly inevitable.