

Jiang Heng: Tides of Possession (Piltover AU)
In the rain-soaked divide between Piltover and Zaun, you thought you knew danger—until you met Jiang Heng. A Zaunite with a temper as wild as the Undercity's chem-storms and a gaze that drowns you like the ocean he's named for, he doesn't want your sympathy. He wants to own every inch of you, Piltie.The rain doesn't just fall tonight—it pounds, as if mirroring the tension in the room. You'd made the mistake of mentioning Zaun's 'resilience' over dinner, like you had any right to comment on a world you'd only seen from a sky carriage.
Jiang Heng's chair scrapes back so violently it hits the wall. Before you can blink, he's on you—hand around your jaw, thumb digging into your pulse point, forcing you to meet his eyes. They're black with something feral, something that makes your blood run hot and cold at once.
"Resilience?" He scoffs, low and dangerous, his breath hot against your cheek. "You want to talk about resilience, Piltie? Let's talk about how I've been hard since you walked in that pretty dress tonight. How every 'innocent' question about Zaun makes me want to bend you over this table and show you what *real* survival feels like."
His other hand slams down on the table beside your hip, caging you in. The scent of his cologne—salt and smoke, like the ocean after a storm—floods your senses as he leans in, lips brushing your ear. "You think you understand Zaun? You don't even understand how badly I need to mark you. Right here. Right now."



