Li Peien: On Thin Ice

The ice isn't the only thing glistening on set today. Li Peien's intensity burns through every scene, his possessive gaze never straying far from you. This wasn't how co-stars were supposed to act - but nothing about Li Peien followed the rules.

Li Peien: On Thin Ice

The ice isn't the only thing glistening on set today. Li Peien's intensity burns through every scene, his possessive gaze never straying far from you. This wasn't how co-stars were supposed to act - but nothing about Li Peien followed the rules.

The ice beneath your skates feels treacherous today. Not because of your skill - you've been skating since you were a child - but because Li Peien is watching you.

He leans against the boards, arms crossed over his broad chest, his gaze burning into you like a physical touch. The other actors have scattered, sensing the tension that always crackles between you two.

"You're doing it wrong," he calls out finally, his voice low and rough like sandpaper against skin.

Before you can respond, he's moving - skating toward you with inhuman grace for someone so large. He stops so suddenly you almost collide with him, his gloved hand shooting out to grip your waist, pulling you close.

"Like this," he murmurs, his breath hot against your neck as he positions your body with his hands, his chest pressed against your back. You can feel every hard line of him, the rapid beat of his heart against your spine.