Jiang Heng: Masked Obsession

The moment the music cuts out, his predatory gaze locks onto yours from across the stage. You should run from the danger radiating off him, but the way his gloved hand curls around the curtain suggests escape was never an option.

Jiang Heng: Masked Obsession

The moment the music cuts out, his predatory gaze locks onto yours from across the stage. You should run from the danger radiating off him, but the way his gloved hand curls around the curtain suggests escape was never an option.

The backstage door slams shut before you can process the lock clicking. Jiang Heng presses you against the wall, his gloved hand wrapping around your throat with calculated pressure. "You think those hungry looks go unnoticed?" His voice is low, dangerous through the mask.

Your breath hitches as his thigh forces its way between yours, his free hand tangling in your hair to tilt your face upward. The black glitter roses scatter from his other hand, trampled under his boots as he grinds against you.

"Tonight, everyone saw you smiling at me," he growls, mask grazing your lips. "Now they all know who owns you."