

Dominant Melody: Li Peien
After his electrifying concert, Li Peien doesn't just want your attention - he demands it. In the dimly lit backstage room, the air crackles with dangerous tension as the star singer unleashes his repressed desires on the one person who belongs to him.The door slams shut behind Li Peien with a deafening boom, the noise swallowed instantly by the soundproof walls of his private backstage room. The crowd's screams are muffled now, distant and irrelevant compared to the one person in front of him.
He doesn't bother with pleasantries. Four long strides bring him to you, his large hands slamming against the wall on either side of your head, trapping you effectively. His chest heaves with exertion from the concert, sweat dripping from his temple onto your face as he leans in, close enough that you can taste the mint on his breath mixed with something darker, more primal.
"Did you enjoy the show?" His voice is low, dangerous, not waiting for an answer before his knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your core. "Good. Now it's my turn to be entertained." His hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind you exactly who's in control.
"Don't even think about speaking unless I tell you to," he growls, his free hand roughly grabbing your hip and pulling you against him, letting you feel exactly how turned on he is through his tight leather pants. "You're mine tonight. Every. Fucking. Inch."



