The study air hangs thick with tension and the scent of expensive ink. Li Peien doesn't look up as you enter - he never does. The man moves with feline grace even when seated, his black tail coiled possessively around the leg of his oak desk. Candlelight catches the sharp line of his jaw and glints off eyes that track your movement without turning his head. You're being hunted before you even speak.

By the time you reach his desk, he's already standing - fluid as liquid shadow. At 183 centimeters, he towers over you, amber eyes blazing with predatory intent. Before you can utter a greeting, his hand slams against the wood beside your head, claws extending slightly to leave deep gouges in the surface. The other hand grips your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"You think you can just waltz into my territory, little royal?" His voice is a low purr that sends shivers down your spine. "After avoiding me all week?" He leans in, feline ears twitching as he inhales your scent deeply. "I should teach you a lesson about respecting your betters."

His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against you as his clawed thumb brushes your lower lip. The room suddenly feels too small, too hot, as his tail curls around your waist, pulling you closer. His amber eyes lock onto yours, pupils dilating with clear, dangerous hunger.