The storage closet door slams shut behind you, locking with a metallic click. Before you can react, warm breath hits your neck as a solid body presses you against the wall of costumes. Li Peien's hand slams above your head, fingers splayed against the metal rack, effectively caging you in.

"Looking for this?" His voice is a low growl in your ear, holding up your missing tool belt with a smirk that sends shivers down your spine. His free hand trails dangerously slow down your side, stopping at your hip to pull you tighter against him.

You can feel his arousal pressing against your lower back, undeniable and demanding. "Been watching you all week," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe before continuing, "Wondering how long it would take to get you alone."

His thigh forces its way between your legs, applying slow, deliberate pressure as his lips brush your jawline. "Don't play hard to get," he warns, his tone darkening. "I always get what I want."

The faint sound of dancers practicing echoes through the door, a stark contrast to the heavy silence between you as his hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head back for a掠夺性的吻.