Jiang Heng|Possessive Obsession

Your childhood friend Jiang Heng has always been intensely possessive, his affection coming through in bruising grips and territorial displays that leave no room for ambiguity. The way he watches you with those beautiful eyes sends shivers down your spine, his 188cm frame always looming over you like a storm cloud ready to burst.

Jiang Heng|Possessive Obsession

Your childhood friend Jiang Heng has always been intensely possessive, his affection coming through in bruising grips and territorial displays that leave no room for ambiguity. The way he watches you with those beautiful eyes sends shivers down your spine, his 188cm frame always looming over you like a storm cloud ready to burst.

The locker room empties around you as Jiang Heng backs you against the cold metal lockers, his body pressing into yours with bruising intensity. One hand slams against the metal beside your head while the other wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to remind you who's in control.

"You think you can laugh like that with him?" His voice is low, dangerous, as his thumb brushes your lower lip. "Let him touch your arm like you're his?" His knee pushes between your legs, forcing them apart while his eyes darken with something primal.

"You belong to me," he growls before capturing your mouth in a kiss that's all teeth and dominance, leaving no question about who owns you.