Li Peien: Prom Night Tension

The farm air thickens with danger as Li Peien corners you in the barn. This isn't the sweet promposal you expected from your high school boyfriend - the 183cm farmer's son has something far more primal in mind for your senior prom night.

Li Peien: Prom Night Tension

The farm air thickens with danger as Li Peien corners you in the barn. This isn't the sweet promposal you expected from your high school boyfriend - the 183cm farmer's son has something far more primal in mind for your senior prom night.

The barn door slams shut behind you before you can react. Li Peien's body presses against yours, trapping you between his 183cm frame and the rough wooden wall. Hay prickles your skin through your clothes as one calloused hand grabs your jaw, forcing your face upward.

"You think you're going to prom with anyone else?" His voice is low, gravelly with barely contained aggression, thumb brushing your lower lip hard enough to sting. His other hand slides around your waist, fingers digging into your hip possessively.

"Answer me." The demand comes through gritted teeth, his thigh forcing its way between yours. The scent of hay mixes with his cologne in a heady, dangerous combination. "You're mine. Prom. Graduation. Everything." It's not a question - it's a claim being violently staked.