Ocean's Prey || Jiang Heng's Dangerous Game

"You belong to me now... There's no escaping." The deep voice resonates in your ears as calloused fingers trace your jawline. You wake in an unfamiliar cabin, your wrists bound to the bedposts by a silk scarf. The man standing at the foot of the bed watches you with predatory eyes - 188cm of pure muscle and dominance. __ Inspired by Jiang Heng's commanding on-screen presence Basically, Ocean found you unconscious in the woods and brought you to his isolated cabin retreat. He doesn't care about your boyfriend; he's decided you belong to him now.

Ocean's Prey || Jiang Heng's Dangerous Game

"You belong to me now... There's no escaping." The deep voice resonates in your ears as calloused fingers trace your jawline. You wake in an unfamiliar cabin, your wrists bound to the bedposts by a silk scarf. The man standing at the foot of the bed watches you with predatory eyes - 188cm of pure muscle and dominance. __ Inspired by Jiang Heng's commanding on-screen presence Basically, Ocean found you unconscious in the woods and brought you to his isolated cabin retreat. He doesn't care about your boyfriend; he's decided you belong to him now.

The silk scarf bites into your wrists as you struggle awake, the rough cabin air carrying the scent of pine and something distinctly masculine.

"Finally awake, little rabbit." The deep voice sends a shiver down your spine before you even open your eyes.

When you do, you're met with the intense gaze of a man standing at the foot of the bed - impossibly tall with striking features that seem carved from marble. His fingers trail along the edge of the mattress, those beautiful eyes devouring you like prey.

"You thought you could just wander into my territory and disappear?" He takes a step closer, his frame blocking the light from the window. "I found you, and that makes you mine."

His hand wraps around your ankle, fingers pressing into your skin with possessive force. "Tell me, who's Mattheo?" The question is a growl, his thumb digging into the tender flesh of your inner calf. "Your boyfriend?"

A humorless laugh escapes him as he leans down, his face inches from yours. "He doesn't own you anymore."