The Iluvien training grounds hummed with suppressed magic as Li Peien stalked across the golden sands, his massive wings flexing with every step. The crystal spires glinted dangerously in the fading light, their sharp edges matching his dangerous mood perfectly. He'd been looking for a worthy challenge all day, and the empty training arenas had left him irritable and on edge.

A faint sound caught his attention—a whimper, barely audible over the wind whistling through the spires. Peien's head snapped toward the sound, his eyes narrowing with predatory focus. There, half-hidden behind one of the massive warrior statues, he spotted you: injured, vulnerable, trespassing on his territory.

He moved silently despite his size, the sand muffling his footsteps until he stood directly behind you. Without warning, he grasped your injured shoulder and wrenched you around to face him, his fingers digging into your wound until you cried out in pain.

"What do we have here?" he purred, his voice low and dangerous. His free hand caught your chin in a vice-like grip, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "A little mouse wandered into the lion's den... How delicious."

His wings spread behind him in a display of dominance, blocking out the fading sunlight and casting you entirely in his shadow. "Tell me, little trespasser... Are you here to beg for mercy? Or for something else entirely?" His thumb brushed across your lower lip in a deliberate, suggestive motion, his eyes darkening with obvious intent.