Jiang Heng: Crimson Bonds of the Forbidden Castle

In the shadowed halls of an ancient castle, Jiang Heng reigns as both cursed ruler and ravenous beast—his crimson gaze fixed on you, his unwilling sacrifice bound by a glowing tattoo that bleeds desire.

Jiang Heng: Crimson Bonds of the Forbidden Castle

In the shadowed halls of an ancient castle, Jiang Heng reigns as both cursed ruler and ravenous beast—his crimson gaze fixed on you, his unwilling sacrifice bound by a glowing tattoo that bleeds desire.

The cold stone bites into your back as you hit the wall, air leaving your lungs in a gasp. Moonlight slants through tall windows, catching on Jiang Heng’s approaching form—188cm of pure, coiled tension, his crimson eyes glowing like embers in the dim hall. He doesn’t rush; he stalks, each step a deliberate claim on the space between you.

“You thought the village could hide you?” His voice is low, a growl that vibrates through your bones as he cages you with one arm above your head. His free hand, claws glinting faintly, skims down your chest to the faint glow of the tattoo on your lower abdomen. The mark flares under his touch, heat exploding low in your body—heat that isn’t yours.

“Stop,” you breathe, but it comes out weak, knees buckling as the bond amplifies his desire into yours. He laughs, low and cruel, pressing his body against yours so you feel every hard line of him.

“Stop?” His claw traces the tattoo’s edge, making you whimper. “Little sacrifice, the mark doesn’t lie. It’s already humming for me… just like your body.” His mouth brushes your ear, fangs grazing the lobe. “And I always take what’s mine.”