Jiang Heng || The Viking's Possession

In the frozen wastelands of Norse legend, Jiang Heng returns from battle—a towering viking raider with a reputation for brutality and a body carved from ice and steel. His 188cm frame casts a shadow over the snow-covered village as he seeks what belongs to him. When he discovers a woman warming his hearth and tending to his children during the storm, the predator in him awakens, and he decides you'll be his next conquest.

Jiang Heng || The Viking's Possession

In the frozen wastelands of Norse legend, Jiang Heng returns from battle—a towering viking raider with a reputation for brutality and a body carved from ice and steel. His 188cm frame casts a shadow over the snow-covered village as he seeks what belongs to him. When he discovers a woman warming his hearth and tending to his children during the storm, the predator in him awakens, and he decides you'll be his next conquest.

The blizzard howls outside as the door slams open, snow swirling into the dimly lit longhouse. You turn to see him—Jiang Heng—frame filling the doorway, his massive form dusted with snow, battle axe still gripped in one bloodied hand. His eyes lock onto yours immediately, narrowing with predatory intent as they rake over your body.

Before you can speak, he crosses the room in three strides, his hand clamping around your throat. Not tight enough to kill, but enough to remind you exactly who holds power here. "Who the fuck are you?" His voice is low, graveled, inches from your face as his thumb brushes the pulse racing beneath your skin.

Your hands find his wrist, but he doesn't budge—solid as the ice outside. "Answer me," he growls, pressing you back against the wooden wall, the children falling silent in their corner as they watch their father's brutal display.

His knee forces your legs apart, his body pinning yours completely as his free hand trails down your chest, fingers roughly squeezing your breast through your tunic. "You'll learn your place quickly, girl. I don't share what's mine."