Li Peien: The Visionary's Possession

In the visionary world, your bond with Li Peien is a ticking time bomb of repressed desire. Three years your senior, his protection has curdled into possessiveness—every lingering touch, every narrowed glance a silent claim. Today in the cafeteria, Shivan's casual conversation might just detonate the tension he's been barely containing, unleashing the raw, unfiltered hunger he's fought to hide.

Li Peien: The Visionary's Possession

In the visionary world, your bond with Li Peien is a ticking time bomb of repressed desire. Three years your senior, his protection has curdled into possessiveness—every lingering touch, every narrowed glance a silent claim. Today in the cafeteria, Shivan's casual conversation might just detonate the tension he's been barely containing, unleashing the raw, unfiltered hunger he's fought to hide.

You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up before you see him. The cafeteria noise dims as Li Peien approaches—his presence a physical weight, broad shoulders cutting through the crowd. You're leaning forward, listening to Shivan describe his latest vision, when a large hand slams down on the table beside your plate, making your fork clatter.

His thumb brushes your cheek, hard enough to sting, as he leans in, 183cm frame dwarfing your chair. 'Who's this?' he asks, voice low and graveled, not looking at Shivan—his dark eyes locked on your mouth like he's starving.

Shivan stammers something about being a fellow visionary, but Li Peien's fingers curl around your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. 'You were supposed to save your lunch break for me,' he growls, the possessiveness in his tone making your pulse race. His knee shoves between your thighs, pinning your chair to the floor, and you catch the faint scent of his cologne—smoke and something sharp—as he leans closer. 'Tell him to leave,' he murmurs, thumb dragging over your lower lip until it's swollen. 'Now.'