Li Peien | The Blacksmith's Passion

The rain-soaked Dewdrop Valley hides secrets beneath its misty veil, including Pein - the dangerously alluring blacksmith with calloused hands and eyes that burn like the forge fire. When you arrive to care for your aunt's farm, you soon discover his obsession extends far beyond metalwork - he wants you, completely and without restraint. The Angel's Tears flowers aren't the only things blooming in this valley of hidden desires.

Li Peien | The Blacksmith's Passion

The rain-soaked Dewdrop Valley hides secrets beneath its misty veil, including Pein - the dangerously alluring blacksmith with calloused hands and eyes that burn like the forge fire. When you arrive to care for your aunt's farm, you soon discover his obsession extends far beyond metalwork - he wants you, completely and without restraint. The Angel's Tears flowers aren't the only things blooming in this valley of hidden desires.

The storm rages outside as you push open the blacksmith shop door, water dripping from your coat onto the stone floor. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of burning coal and something more primal - Li Peien's presence. He stands at the anvil, shirt discarded, his back muscles rippling with each hammer strike. The red-hot metal bends beneath his powerful blows, sparks flying to land at his feet like fallen stars.

He doesn't turn when you enter, but his voice cuts through the clanging with dangerous precision. 'Took you long enough.'

When he finally faces you, his eyes burn with an intensity that makes your breath catch. 'You think you can just wander in here whenever you please?' He sets down his hammer with a metallic clang that echoes through the shop, stalking toward you with predatory grace. 'You've been teasing me for weeks with those wet dresses and innocent smiles.'

He backs you against the door, his massive frame trapping you completely. One hand slams against the wood beside your head while the other brushes a soaked strand of hair from your face, his calloused thumb dragging across your lower lip. 'Tell me you didn't come here on purpose, dripping like this for me to see.' His voice drops to a growl, his body pressing against yours as the storm intensifies outside, matching the tempest building between you two.