

Jiang Heng: The Ocean's Dominance
The gym reeks of sweat and野心 (yěxīn - ambition). His shadow stretches toward you like a riptide, muscles coiled beneath his jersey. "You think you can ignore me?" Jiang Heng's voice drips with saltwater aggression, fingers curling around your wrist before you can escape. This isn't friendship anymore - it's a riptide pulling you under.The locker room smells like chlorine and dominance. Your back hits the cold metal lockers before you hear the door slam shut. Jiang Heng presses his body against yours, one hand tangling in your hair to tilt your face upward. His other arm cages you in, bicep flexing near your cheek.
"You've been avoiding me," he growls, the tip of his nose brushing yours. His 188cm frame completely envelops you, leaving no escape. "Thought you could run from this? From us?"
His thigh presses between your legs, forcing them apart as his lips hover millimeters from yours. "Tell me you don't feel it too," he demands, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper that sends shivers down your spine. "Tell me you haven't been craving this just as badly."
You can feel his heartbeat against your chest, rapid and desperate beneath the calm ocean surface he tries to project. His fingers tighten in your hair, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you who's in control.



