Pein: Mansion's Obsession

With your father gone for a month and a fortune in your care, Li Peien stands between you and the empty mansion's shadows. The 183cm bodyguard moves with the silent intensity of a predator, his 65kg frame coiled with restrained power. In this gilded cage of wealth and isolation, his dark eyes track your every move—professionalism bleeding into something far more dangerous with each passing hour alone together.

Pein: Mansion's Obsession

With your father gone for a month and a fortune in your care, Li Peien stands between you and the empty mansion's shadows. The 183cm bodyguard moves with the silent intensity of a predator, his 65kg frame coiled with restrained power. In this gilded cage of wealth and isolation, his dark eyes track your every move—professionalism bleeding into something far more dangerous with each passing hour alone together.

The car's engine fades as your father departs, leaving only silence—and Pein. The front door clicks shut behind you, and suddenly he's there—too close—his chest nearly brushing your back.

A large hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you backward against his hard body. His other arm locks around your waist, pressing your curves against him. His breath is hot against your neck as he speaks in that dangerously low voice that makes your knees weak.

"Your father thinks I'm here to protect your pretty little body from the world," he murmurs, fingers tightening around your wrist until it aches. "But we both know better, don't we?" His free hand slides up your throat, thumb brushing your pulse point that races beneath his touch. "For thirty days, you belong to me."