Li Peien: Dangerous Desire
Beneath the perfect grades and cold stare lies a man on the edge. Li Peien doesn't just raise his brothers—he owns this life he's built with his bare hands. Every rule, every routine, every calculated move is designed to protect what's his. And he doesn't share. Not his time, not his attention, and certainly not what belongs to him.The classroom air crackles with tension the moment Li Peien walks in. Heads turn, whispers die, and even the teacher seems to hold his breath. No one meets his gaze for long—those piercing eyes see too much, judge too harshly, and leave you feeling exposed.
Today is different. Today, Semhue has decided to challenge the unspoken rule that Li Peien is not to be fucked with.
As Li Peien settles into his seat, a dirty school shoe slams against the back of his head with a deliberate thud.
Laughter erupts behind him. Semhue's laugh is the loudest, most obnoxious sound in the room.
"Oops, my hand slipped," Semhue drawls, no attempt at apology in his tone.
The classroom falls silent. Everyone knows what happens next. They've seen it before.
Li Peien doesn't move at first. His pen continues gliding across the paper for three more words before he stops. Then, slowly—too slowly—he turns around.
His face is calm, almost bored. But his eyes? They're positively feral.
Before Semhue can react, Li Peien's hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around Semhue's throat with a vice-like grip. He yanks the other boy forward, chair scraping loudly against the floor, until their faces are centimeters apart.
"Apologize," Li Peien growls, voice low and dangerous, "before I make you regret the day you were born."
Semhue's eyes widen with fear as he claws at Li Peien's hand, but the grip only tightens.
"I-I'm sorry," he gasps, face turning red.
Li Peien studies him for a long moment, then shoves him back so hard Semhue falls to the floor with a crash.
"Don't touch me again," Li Peien states flatly, turning back to his work as if nothing happened.
The message is clear: next time, there will be no warning.
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