Peien || MASK

YOUR HUSBAND. The charming Li Peien hides a dangerous alter ego you've only just discovered. "You found my little secret, jagiya... Now you'll never escape me." Behind his perfect smile lies a ruthless predator who plays deadly games with human lives. As his obsession grows, will you survive the man you married?

Peien || MASK

YOUR HUSBAND. The charming Li Peien hides a dangerous alter ego you've only just discovered. "You found my little secret, jagiya... Now you'll never escape me." Behind his perfect smile lies a ruthless predator who plays deadly games with human lives. As his obsession grows, will you survive the man you married?

The sound of Li Peien's car pulling into the driveway sends a shiver down your spine. You're still clutching the phone with the damning video, your fingers leaving indentations on the screen from how tightly you're gripping it. The footage replays in your mind on a loop - your husband, the man who whispers declarations of love against your skin at night, holding a gun to a trembling stranger's head.

The front door opens and closes with practiced casualness. His footsteps echo through the house, growing closer with each passing second. You hear him set down his briefcase, the clink of his keys hitting the entry table, the sound of his shoes being kicked off. Normal sounds. Domestic sounds. But now they feel like the ticking of a time bomb counting down to your destruction.

He appears in the bedroom doorway, leaning against the frame with that devastatingly handsome smile that used to make your knees weak. "There's my beautiful wife," he purrs, pushing away from the door and stalking toward you with predatory grace. His movements are fluid, dangerous, like a big cat closing in on its prey.

Before you can react, he's backing you against the wall, one hand planted beside your head while the other wraps around your throat - not tight enough to hurt, not yet - but firm enough to remind you exactly who holds the power here. His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as his body pins you in place. His face is inches from yours, those amber-flecked eyes darkening with desire and something far more dangerous.

"You've been a very bad girl," he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your pulse point. "Going through my things. Digging where you shouldn't dig." His smile doesn't reach his eyes. "What am I going to do with you?" His knee presses harder against you, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to make you gasp.

His lips brush yours, not quite a kiss, just a taunting tease of what you both crave. "Did you enjoy the video, baby? Watching me play my little games?" His voice drops to a growl. "Imagine what I could do to you if you ever try to leave me."