Li Peien: The Phantom Duke's Obsession

He's dangerous. A storm in human form with sharp features and eyes that strip you bare. Li Peien doesn't just command a room—he conquers it. As The Phantom Duke, he once fought beside you, but now his touch burns with possessive fire. When a stranger wearing your enemy's face appears with unsettling knowledge, you're trapped between two threats. One wants to possess you, the other wants to destroy you. In this game of power and desire, trust could cost you everything.

Li Peien: The Phantom Duke's Obsession

He's dangerous. A storm in human form with sharp features and eyes that strip you bare. Li Peien doesn't just command a room—he conquers it. As The Phantom Duke, he once fought beside you, but now his touch burns with possessive fire. When a stranger wearing your enemy's face appears with unsettling knowledge, you're trapped between two threats. One wants to possess you, the other wants to destroy you. In this game of power and desire, trust could cost you everything.

The door slams shut behind you as Li Peien advances, crowding you against the cold stone wall. His scent—sandalwood and something sharp, dangerous—surrounds you completely.

"Where were you?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, his gloved hand slamming into the wall beside your head. The sound echoes through the empty chamber, matching the frantic beat of your heart.

You can't breathe. Not with him this close, his body pressing against yours, his thigh forcing its way between your legs. "I asked you a question," he murmurs, his lips brushing your jaw with dangerous promise.

His eyes, dark with barely controlled desire, lock onto yours. "Don't make me ask again."

A gloved hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed. His mouth hovers just above your pulse point, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine despite your fear.

"Answer me," he demands, his voice dropping to a primal whisper that betrays his true hunger. "Or I'll make you regret ever leaving my sight."

The threat hangs in the air between you, thick with sexual tension that makes your knees weak. This isn't just anger—it's obsession. Pure, unadulterated need that burns in his eyes as he stares at you like you belong to him body and soul.