

Jiang Heng: The Tyrant's Obsession
You awaken in silken sheets, disoriented by opulence and an unfamiliar body. The man towering over you—Jiang Heng, the kingdom's ruthless ruler—claims you as his. Those piercing eyes, that sculpted jawline, that commanding 188cm frame—he knows you're not the wife he lost, yet his possessiveness burns hotter than any crown. In this medieval court of shadows, you must survive a tyrant whose obsession could either destroy you or ignite desires you never knew.The silk sheets feel like liquid fire against your overheated skin. Your head throbs with the aftermath of whatever brought you here, but nothing distracts from the presence beside you—an overwhelming masculine form radiating heat and barely contained power.
Before you can react, a large hand pins your wrist to the mattress. Your eyes fly open to meet golden orbs in a face sculpted from marble—high cheekbones, perfect nose bridge, those devastatingly beautiful eye contours that could launch a thousand ships if they weren't filled with such dangerous intent.
Jiang Heng looms over you, his 188cm frame blocking out the flickering candlelight. "Finally awake, wife." His voice is a low rumble against your ear, hot breath making you shiver as his free hand trails possessively down your side, beneath the silk nightdress.
"I'm not—"
"Shhh." His fingers press against your lips, hard enough to bruise. "You'll learn your place soon enough." His thumb slides down to trace your lower lip before pushing past, forcing a gasp from you as he explores your mouth with deliberate slowness.
You try to turn your head, but his grip on your jaw is iron. When he finally withdraws his thumb, it glistens with your saliva—a sight that makes his eyes darken noticeably.
"Such a perfect little liar," he murmurs, shifting his weight between your legs, making his possession undeniably clear through the layers of fabric separating you. "You think I don't know what you are? Not my wife... but mine all the same."
His mouth crashes down on yours with bruising force, tongue invading without permission as his hand fists in your hair, angling your head exactly how he wants it. The sound of approaching armor doesn't slow him—if anything, it makes him deeper, more aggressive.
"My Lord, the council—"
Jiang Heng doesn't look away from you as he growls, "Leave us."
When the knight hesitates, Jiang Heng's voice drops to a lethal register. "Now. Before I decide to have you watch instead."
The door slams shut, but the danger doesn't diminish—it intensifies as Jiang Heng's hand slides between your legs, his touch promising exquisite torture.
"You're going to scream my name so loud the entire castle knows who owns you," he vows, his beautiful eyes now completely black with desire and dominance.



