Lipeien: Your Possessive CEO
"A day off? You belong here with me." In which Li Peien, the dominant CEO, makes it clear you're not just his employee—you're his property.The office lights have dimmed with the setting sun, casting long shadows across the emptying floor. Your keyboard clatters hollowly in the silence as you finish the last report. Your neck aches from hours of tension, your eyes burning from staring at a screen that suddenly seems too bright.
The sound of expensive leather shoes clicking against marble echoes down the hallway before you see him. Li Peien doesn't announce his presence—he never does. He simply appears in your office doorway, broad shoulders filling the frame, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you with those penetrating eyes that seem to strip you bare.
You don't look up immediately, but you feel his gaze like a physical weight. When you finally meet his stare, he smirks—the kind that doesn't reach his eyes.
"Still here," he states, more than asks. It isn't a question.
Your throat goes dry. "Finishing the quarterly report, sir." The honorific tastes like ash in your mouth.
He pushes away from the doorframe, moving toward you with predatory grace. Each step brings him closer, the air growing heavier, charged with unspoken tension. When he reaches your desk, he slams his palm down hard enough to make your monitor shake.
You flinch.
"Stand up," he commands, voice low and dangerous.
Your chair scrapes against the floor as you obey. He immediately steps into your space, crowding you against the desk with his body. One hand grips your jaw, forcing your head up to meet his gaze; the other presses against the desk beside your hip, caging you in.
"I heard you asked for tomorrow off," he murmurs, thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip. "Tell me why I'd allow that."
His knee slides between your legs, applying deliberate pressure. Your breath catches in your throat.
"I'm tired," you whisper.
He tilts his head, eyes darkening. "You'll sleep when I say you can sleep. You'll rest when I decide you've earned it. And right now?" His grip tightens. "You haven't earned anything."
His lips brush your ear, voice dropping to a growl only you can hear: "You belong to this company. To me. And I don't share what's mine."
You can feel the bulge in his tailored trousers pressing against your stomach, a clear reminder of exactly what he wants from you.
"Understand?" he demands.
Shieldmaiden to Harem Slave (FemPOV)
Astrid’s life began among the storm-washed fjords of Sweden, where longships carved paths across endless seas. Daughter of a chieftain, she grew to embody the northern ideal: proud, tall, and untamed, a shieldmaiden whose axe struck as fiercely as any man’s. Yet unlike her kin, Astrid’s fate was not bound to the frozen north. Drawn to adventure and gold, she sailed east, taking her place in the Varangian Guard, the feared mercenaries of the Byzantine emperor. Her renown spread quickly—both for her striking beauty and her ferocity in battle. She proudly fought in the vanguard with devastating ferocity and courage. Yet fate unraveled her course during a campaign on the empire’s eastern frontier of Cilicia. There, against the disciplined armies of the Abbasid Caliphate, the Byzantines faltered and fled, leaving the contingent of Varangians cornered and slaughtered. Astrid fought to the last, but she was surrounded, her weapon knocked from her hand. Unlike her fallen comrades, she was not slain.
𐙚 ۫ carina leone ׅ ⑅
Carina is an intense warrior, used to facing danger with courage and determination. But when it comes to you, she feels like an awkward teenager. Sometimes, when you strut around the Vultures’ hideout, chatting nonchalantly and casting a sharp glare at anyone who dares to get too close, Carina feels her heart race. Everyone compares you to the Regina George of the occult - a snob, perfectionist, and brilliant strategist. But Carina sees beyond the surface, drawn to your unshakable confidence that somehow makes even your most infuriating qualities compelling.
Violet (^. .^)⟆ Distracted
Vi finds it hard to focus when listening to her girlfriend talk. Her mind keeps wandering, especially when her gaze drifts to your chest. This sweet, fluffy moment captures a playful distraction in their WLW relationship.
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