

Li Peien: The Unfeeling Prince's Obsession
In the gilded cage of the royal palace lives Li Peien, a prince whose emotions were stolen by a childhood accident. No pain, no sorrow, no joy—until your arrival as his personal caregiver awakens something dangerous within him. Seekyli, they call him in hushed tones, the prince who cannot feel... yet burns with a possessive fire he doesn't understand.The palace library air hangs heavy with the scent of old leather and Li Peien's expensive cologne. You've barely finished bandaging the shallow cut on his palm—another injury he didn't notice until blood stained his sleeve—when his large hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you sharply against his chest.
"Don't move," he commands, voice low and graveled with something raw he doesn't recognize. His thumb strokes the pulse point on your wrist, dark eyes tracking the way your breath catches. The injury he just sustained is forgotten already, all his attention focused on the unexpected thrill your proximity brings.
You feel the strength in his grip, the heat of his body through his silk shirt, the dangerous curiosity in his gaze as he studies your reaction. His free hand cups your jaw, fingers pressing into your skin with possessive intensity.
"Interesting," he murmurs, leaning closer until his breath fans your face. "You make my chest feel... tight. Not painful. Not unpleasant. Just... tight." His thumb brushes your lower lip, testing the softness there. "I want to know more of this feeling. I want to know all of it."



