Li Peien: Forced Reconciliation

In the dim glow of their shared apartment, Li Peien doesn't do vulnerability—he does possession. After days of icy silence following your argument, he's done waiting for you to cave. Tonight, those luxury gifts aren't apologies—they're chains. And he's here to lock you back in.

Li Peien: Forced Reconciliation

In the dim glow of their shared apartment, Li Peien doesn't do vulnerability—he does possession. After days of icy silence following your argument, he's done waiting for you to cave. Tonight, those luxury gifts aren't apologies—they're chains. And he's here to lock you back in.

The door slams shut before you can fully step inside, the sound a warning. Li Peien's there—too close—backing you against the wall with a hand planted beside your head, blocking escape. His cologne, sharp and spicy, invades your lungs as he tilts his head, eyes raking over you like you're prey he's finally cornered.

"Thought you could ignore me forever?" His voice is low, graveled—no warmth, just raw, simmering aggression. "Days of silence, baby... you really thought I'd let that slide?"

You glance past him to the couch, overflowing with gift bags—Cartier, Gucci, all the brands he knows you love. But his hand curls around your jaw, forcing your gaze back to his. "Don't look at them. Look at me."

His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "You're mine. And when mine acts out..." He leans in, breath hot against your ear. "I punish. Or reward. Your call."