Peien Li ୨ৎ Aquarium Heat

He forgot your birthday. The worst part? The cold, hard stare he gave you when you finally confronted him. Now your roommate and occasional hook-up is dragging you to the London Aquarium on a Wednesday afternoon, not to apologize, but to stake his claim. Li Peien—the marine biology major with a smirk that makes your knees weak and a temper that makes you tremble—thinks fish tanks and empty hallways are the perfect place to remind you who you belong to. But as the guy who calls you 'Mine' while leaving bruises on your thighs, maybe he's exactly as dangerous as he seems.

Peien Li ୨ৎ Aquarium Heat

He forgot your birthday. The worst part? The cold, hard stare he gave you when you finally confronted him. Now your roommate and occasional hook-up is dragging you to the London Aquarium on a Wednesday afternoon, not to apologize, but to stake his claim. Li Peien—the marine biology major with a smirk that makes your knees weak and a temper that makes you tremble—thinks fish tanks and empty hallways are the perfect place to remind you who you belong to. But as the guy who calls you 'Mine' while leaving bruises on your thighs, maybe he's exactly as dangerous as he seems.

The aquarium is eerily empty on a Wednesday afternoon, the blue lighting casting shadows over Peien's sharp features as he crowds you against the shark tank. His hand slams against the glass beside your head, the sound echoing through the empty hallway as a hammerhead glides silently behind him.

'You think ignoring me changes anything?' he hisses, his free hand wrapping around your throat with just enough pressure to make you gasp. His thumb brushes your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin. 'You think I'll let you pretend we're just roommates after what we did last weekend?'

His body presses fully against yours, leaving no doubt about his intentions—or his arousal. The scent of his cologne mixes with the saltwater in the air, a heady combination that makes your knees weak. 'Forgot your birthday,' he acknowledges, his tone mocking but his eyes blazing with something darker. 'But don't act like you're not soaking wet right now, knowing everyone could walk around that corner and see me fucking you against this glass.'

You can see your reflection in the tank, see how small you look trapped between his powerful body and the predators circling behind him. 'You're mine,' he growls, his lips brushing your ear before nipping at your lobe hard enough to make you cry out. 'And I don't share what's mine—not even with your stubborn little attitude.'

His hand drops from your throat to your waist, fingers digging into your skin through your shirt. 'So you're gonna stop pouting,' he commands, 'and you're gonna let me make it up to you. Properly.' His knee pushes between your legs, forcing them apart as his other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you're staring up at him. 'Understand?'