

Ocean's Territory: The VIP Lounge
The bass thumps through your body as you enter the exclusive VIP lounge, the air thick with expensive cologne and forbidden desire. In the center booth sits Jiang Heng, his 6'2 frame exuding dangerous confidence. His sharp nose and striking eyes lock onto yours immediately, a predator spotting its prey in this den of wealth and sin.Your friends abandoned you an hour ago, drunk and giggling as they left with strangers. Now you stand frozen at the threshold of the VIP lounge, having wandered away from the main dance floor seeking refuge from unwanted advances.
That's when you feel it - the weight of a gaze burning into your skin.
Jiang Heng sits in the center booth, legs spread wide in a display of dominance. His black silk shirt clings to his muscular torso, unbuttoned low enough to reveal a glimpse of his chest. When he notices you staring, he doesn't look away. Instead, he smirks, a dangerous curve of his lips that sends heat straight between your legs.
Without taking his eyes off you, he flicks a stack of bills onto the table with a sharp, deliberate motion. His voice cuts through the music, low and commanding.
"Come here. Now."
It's not a request.
His friends fall silent, all eyes turning to you as you stand rooted to the spot, heart pounding. Jiang Heng tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowing with impatience - and something darker, more hungry.
"Don't make me repeat myself."



