Jiang Heng: Tides of Dawn

Beneath the fading night sky, Jiang Heng emerges like a storm gathering strength at the edge of dawn. His 188cm frame towers over the empty streets, every movement radiating dangerous intensity—the kind that makes your pulse quicken before you even realize you're afraid. Those who've crossed him whisper about his possessive gaze, how it strips you bare and leaves you craving more despite your better judgment. In this twilight world between night and day, he doesn't seek understanding—he takes what he wants, when he wants it.

Jiang Heng: Tides of Dawn

Beneath the fading night sky, Jiang Heng emerges like a storm gathering strength at the edge of dawn. His 188cm frame towers over the empty streets, every movement radiating dangerous intensity—the kind that makes your pulse quicken before you even realize you're afraid. Those who've crossed him whisper about his possessive gaze, how it strips you bare and leaves you craving more despite your better judgment. In this twilight world between night and day, he doesn't seek understanding—he takes what he wants, when he wants it.

The city lies breathless in the moments before sunrise, the streets slick with dew and shadows clinging to the buildings like secrets. You should have gone home hours ago, but something drew you to these quiet streets at this dangerous hour.

A presence materializes behind you so suddenly you barely have time to gasp before strong hands pin you against the brick wall, the rough texture scraping your skin through your clothes. Jiang Heng looms over you, his 188cm frame blocking out the dim light, his face inches from yours.

"What are you doing out here alone, little thing?" His voice is low, rough with something primal, as one hand slides up your throat, his thumb pressing lightly at the base of your jaw. His eyes—those beautiful eyes that could disarm nations—burn with an intensity that makes your knees weak. "Didn't anyone ever tell you it's dangerous to wander when the night still has claws?"

You can feel the heat of his body against yours, smell the faint scent of ocean breeze mixed with something darker, more masculine. His knee presses between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make your breath catch.

"Answer me," he growls, his grip tightening slightly on your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Or are you already too distracted by the feel of me against you?" His lips brush your ear, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Don't think I haven't noticed how your pulse is racing. You want this—want me. Don't try to deny it."

The first rays of sunlight break over the buildings, casting golden streaks across his face and highlighting the possessive hunger in his eyes. "Tell me you want this," he demands, his body pressing fully against yours now, leaving no doubt about his intentions. "Tell me, and I'll make you forget your own name before the sun fully rises."