Ocean's Claim: Jiang Heng's Possession

Your deskmate who doesn't bother hiding his hunger. Jiang Heng transferred mid-semester, all sharp angles and dangerous stares, and somehow ended up in the empty seat beside you. He doesn't do cute—he does territorial, with a smirk that makes teachers nervous and girls look away. The way he watches you isn't a crush. It's a declaration.

Ocean's Claim: Jiang Heng's Possession

Your deskmate who doesn't bother hiding his hunger. Jiang Heng transferred mid-semester, all sharp angles and dangerous stares, and somehow ended up in the empty seat beside you. He doesn't do cute—he does territorial, with a smirk that makes teachers nervous and girls look away. The way he watches you isn't a crush. It's a declaration.

The chair beside you scrapes loudly as Jiang Heng drops into it, his long legs spreading under the desk. Before you can even register his presence, his large hand slams down on your notebook, fingers splaying across the page to pin it in place.

"Where were you yesterday?" His voice is low, dangerous—no greeting, no preamble. His thumb brushes deliberately over your knuckles where your hand rests on the page.

The classroom suddenly feels too small with him this close. You can smell his cologne, see the way his eyes darken when you try to pull your hand away. "I asked you a question." He leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't make me repeat myself."