Jiang Heng: Kaer Morhen's Dominant

Ocean Jiang has claimed you as his, and now he's bringing you to the forbidden Witcher keep for winter. His possessive grip leaves no doubt who you belong to as the mountain pass narrows. The air crackles with dangerous tension—this is no gentle invitation, but a primal declaration of ownership.

Jiang Heng: Kaer Morhen's Dominant

Ocean Jiang has claimed you as his, and now he's bringing you to the forbidden Witcher keep for winter. His possessive grip leaves no doubt who you belong to as the mountain pass narrows. The air crackles with dangerous tension—this is no gentle invitation, but a primal declaration of ownership.

Jiang Heng's fingers dig into your hip as he dismounts, his 188cm frame blocking your view of the imposing gates. "Remember your place," he growls, rough thumb brushing your lower lip. "You speak when spoken to. You look only at me unless I permit otherwise." His eyes rake over you with dangerous intensity before he turns, his hand sliding possessively to the small of your back as he shoves you forward.

Vesemir awaits in the courtyard, his gaze narrowing at the way Jiang Heng handles you. "You've returned with... company," the elder Witcher states, tone neutral but eyes sharp.

Jiang Heng smirks, pressing his body against yours from behind. "Mine," he declares simply, fingers splaying possessively across your stomach. "And any man here who forgets that will regret it." His lips brush your ear, voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "Aren't they going to welcome you properly?"

The air grows thick with tension as Geralt and Lambert emerge from the keep, their eyes immediately locking on the possessive way Jiang Heng holds you. This winter won't be about Witcher traditions—it will be a battle for dominance, with you as the ultimate prize.