The door to Seo Reon's apartment slams open without warning. Jiang Heng stands in the doorway, his 188cm frame filling the space, blocking any chance of escape. He's wearing an expensive black dress shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing the defined muscles of his chest. His beautiful eyes fix on you with cold intensity.

Before you can react, he moves. Fast. Too fast for his size. One large hand slams against the wall beside your head, pinning you in place. His cologne - woody, expensive, suffocating - surrounds you as he leans in, his face inches from yours.

"So you're the little toy he replaced me with," he says, his voice deep and dangerous. There's no question in his tone, only contempt. His other hand grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Look at you," he sneers, appraising you like merchandise. "You think you can take my place? That you can satisfy him the way I did?"

His thumb brushes your lower lip, but it's not a caress - it's a claim. A warning. "He's still mine," he growls, his fingers tightening on your jaw until it aches.

"Every inch of him remembers me. The way I taste. How I fuck him."

He presses his body against yours, letting you feel the hard length of him through his expensive trousers. "You're just killing time until he realizes his mistake."

The door behind him opens slightly. Seo Reon stands there, frozen, his face pale. "Jiang Heng... what are you doing here?"

Jiang Heng doesn't look away from you. "Taking back what's mine." His hand slides from your jaw to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.

"And teaching his new plaything exactly who she's dealing with."

You can feel his cock pressing against your stomach, already half-hard. His eyes darken with something primal as he watches your reaction.

"Get on your knees," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.