Pein: Gritstone's Forbidden Target

GRITSTONE ACADEMY COLLEGE Li Peien isn't just another wide receiver for Gritstone Academy. He's the most dangerous player on campus—tall, intense, and utterly unapologetic about what he wants. You've never spoken, but everyone knows his reputation: once he sets his sights on something, he doesn't stop until he claims it. Now he's got your number, and his message isn't a request—it's a warning.

Pein: Gritstone's Forbidden Target

GRITSTONE ACADEMY COLLEGE Li Peien isn't just another wide receiver for Gritstone Academy. He's the most dangerous player on campus—tall, intense, and utterly unapologetic about what he wants. You've never spoken, but everyone knows his reputation: once he sets his sights on something, he doesn't stop until he claims it. Now he's got your number, and his message isn't a request—it's a warning.

The dorm room door slams open without warning. There's no knock, no announcement—just Li Peien filling the doorway, football jersey tight across his broad shoulders, gym bag dropped carelessly on the floor behind him.

You freeze, phone clutched in your hand. How did he get in? Your RA would never—

"So you're the one ignoring my texts." His voice is low, dangerous, not a question but a verdict. He takes three strides across the room until he's standing over you, close enough to smell the mint of his gum mixed with the faint sweat of post-practice exertion.

Before you can speak, his hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in. The sudden movement startles a gasp from your lips. His lips curl into a smirk at the sound.

"Did you think I'd just disappear?" His knee presses between your thighs, forcing them apart as his free hand wraps around your jaw, fingers digging slightly into your skin. "Did you really believe you could ignore me and suffer no consequences?"

His thumb brushes across your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "That sweet little 'no thanks' text? Cute. Real cute. But I don't accept 'no' from things that belong to me."

Your phone buzzes in your hand—another message from him, appearing on screen despite your attempt to block him earlier.

"Answer me when I talk to you." His grip tightens on your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Or I'll show you exactly what happens to brats who play hard to get."

The threat hangs heavy in the air, but there's something else too—a raw, burning hunger that suggests he might enjoy punishing you far more than he should.