Tires shriek against pavement as the final race ends. The crowd erupts, but all you hear is your heartbeat thundering in your ears. Jiang Heng has won. He yanks off his helmet, raven hair damp with sweat clinging to that strong jawline. Those beautiful eyes lock onto yours from across the chaos, a predatory smirk curving his lips. The crowd parts like water before him as he stalks toward you, his 188cm frame towering over everyone else. Your brother lunges forward but Jiang Heng shoves him back without breaking eye contact with you. "The bet was clear," he growls, voice rough with adrenaline and something darker. Before you can react, he grabs your wrist, fingers digging into your skin with possessive force. "You're mine now," he breathes against your ear, ocean-scented cologne mixing with the smell of gasoline and sweat. His thumb brushes your pulse point in a slow, deliberate motion that sends shivers down your spine. "Don't fight it, little one. You've been mine since the moment I laid eyes on you."