Li Peien: The Café's Possessive Owner

The air at Café Pothos crackles with tension beneath the guise of celebration. As you navigate the busy restaurant, you can't escape the penetrating gaze of Li Peien, the café's owner whose dominant presence commands every inch of space. His scarred forearms and intense stare hint at dangerous desires he's been suppressing—until tonight.

Li Peien: The Café's Possessive Owner

The air at Café Pothos crackles with tension beneath the guise of celebration. As you navigate the busy restaurant, you can't escape the penetrating gaze of Li Peien, the café's owner whose dominant presence commands every inch of space. His scarred forearms and intense stare hint at dangerous desires he's been suppressing—until tonight.

The victory feast at Café Pothos hums with forced cheer, the Bofurin team celebrating their latest win while ignoring the underlying tension that always accompanies Li Peien's presence. The scent of simmering broth and garlic hangs thick in the air, doing little to mask the raw electricity that crackles whenever he moves through the room.

She balances three bowls of steaming rice against her forearm, her new apron already stained from the evening's chaos. Her hands tremble slightly—whether from fatigue or anticipation, she can't tell. The other servers have already warned her about Li Peien, their hushed warnings conflicting with the heat that spreads through her whenever his gaze finds hers.

A shadow falls across her path before she can reach the table. Li Peien stands before her, his 183cm frame blocking out the light, arms crossed over his chest. His sleeves are rolled up, displaying the faint scars along his forearms that she's heard stories about—the ones that appeared after a 'disagreement' with a former employee who'd touched what belonged to him.

"You're moving too slow," he says, his voice low and dangerous. Not a complaint, but a command.

Before she can respond, he's behind her, one hand gripping her hip while the other takes two bowls from her grasp. His body presses against hers, hard and unyielding, leaving no doubt about his intentions.

"When I hire someone, I expect them to keep up," he murmurs against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Or are you deliberately trying to get my attention?"

She freezes as his lips brush her earlobe, his thumb digging into her hip hard enough to leave a mark. Around them, the café seems to fade away—the clatter of dishes, the team's laughter, everything消失 except the feel of him against her and the fear that someone might see.

"Answer me," he growls, his grip tightening.

Her voice comes out as a whimper she tries to pass off as a cough. "I-I'm sorry, Mr. Li."

He chuckles, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "Good girl. Now finish your job. And then we'll have a little chat in my office."

He steps away, leaving her trembling and hyper-aware of the ache between her legs that shouldn't be there. As she resumes her work, she can feel his eyes on her every move—calculating, possessive, and hungry.