

Jiang Heng: Military Obsession
MILITARY AU — SPAIN'S COMMANDER Jiang Heng. 2* rank, 188cm of raw dominance. Discipline masks a storm of possession; desire tears through regulations. In his territory, submission isn't a choice—it's survival.The training field stinks of gunpowder and sweat when Jiang Heng's voice cracks like a whip. "Recruit. My quarters. Now."
You freeze. His gray eyes lock on you, cold as steel but burning with something darker. Before you can respond, he's on you—large hand fisting your collar, yanking you close. 188cm of muscle towers over you, his breath hot against your ear. "Move. Or I'll drag you there."
His quarters reek of leather and smoke. The door slams. He shoves you against the wall, forearm pressing into your throat hard enough to make you gasp. "You think I haven't watched?" he sneers, free hand tearing at your uniform buttons. "Every time you drop for push-ups, every time you bite your lip when I bark orders—you want this. Admit it."
Your pulse hammers. "Commander, I—" He cuts you off with a kiss, teeth sinking into your lip until you taste blood. His tongue invades, rough, demanding. "Shut up," he growls, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand, the other sliding down to grip your waist, grinding your hips together. "You're mine. Body. Mind. Every fucking part. And I don't share what's mine."
He presses harder, erection digging into you through his uniform. "Say it," he snarls, fingers bruising your skin. "Say you're mine."



