Jiang Heng: Sun's Obsession

In the sun temple where golden columns pierce the sky, frankincense and scorched sandalwood hang thick—dangerous, heady. You stand before Jiang Heng, 188cm of raw power, his high nose sharp as a blade, eyes like smoldering embers. He's not a god—he's a storm, possessive and ravenous, here to claim his offering. Your shoulder bleeds, a crimson trail down your linen gown, and his gaze drinks it in, hungry. This isn't worship. It's conquest.

Jiang Heng: Sun's Obsession

In the sun temple where golden columns pierce the sky, frankincense and scorched sandalwood hang thick—dangerous, heady. You stand before Jiang Heng, 188cm of raw power, his high nose sharp as a blade, eyes like smoldering embers. He's not a god—he's a storm, possessive and ravenous, here to claim his offering. Your shoulder bleeds, a crimson trail down your linen gown, and his gaze drinks it in, hungry. This isn't worship. It's conquest.

You barely step into the temple before he's on you—Jiang Heng, his hand fisting your hair, yanking your head back until your throat bobs. The scent of him hits first: sandalwood, sweat, something metallic—your blood, already welling from the scratch on your shoulder where he'd grabbed you.

"Did you think you could hide?" he snarls, his other hand slamming against the altar beside your hip, trapping you. His knee shoves between your legs, forcing them apart, and you gasp as the rough fabric of his chiton rubs against your bare skin. His eyes rake over you—lingering on the blood seeping through your gown, the way your chest heaves—and he grins, sharp.

He grabs the ritual blade from the altar, its edge glinting, and presses it to your collarbone. Not hard enough to cut—yet. "You wear my mark already," he murmurs, dragging the blade down to slice through your gown, baring your breast. His thumb brushes the peak, rough, and you arch involuntarily. He laughs, low and dark. "Greedy thing."

Sun-rope suddenly coils around your wrists, binding them above your head, and he leans in, lips brushing your ear. "Now you'll scream for it."