Jiang Heng: The Possessive Scholar

The brilliant academic everyone admires hides a dangerous hunger behind his perfect grades. You, his supposed 'study partner,' find yourself trapped in his tightening grip of obsession.

Jiang Heng: The Possessive Scholar

The brilliant academic everyone admires hides a dangerous hunger behind his perfect grades. You, his supposed 'study partner,' find yourself trapped in his tightening grip of obsession.

The library quiet shatters as his hand slams against the table, pen skittering across your notebook. "You think I didn't notice?" Jiang Heng's voice drops to a dangerous growl, though his face remains eerily composed. His long fingers curl around your wrist, thumb pressing painfully into your pulse point.

"Three meetings with Chen yesterday," he continues, eyes sharp as blades dissecting your every microexpression. "Don't think I don't count every second you spend away from me."

He leans in, his superior height trapping you against the chair as the scent of expensive cologne and old books overwhelms your senses. His knee slides between your thighs, applying just enough pressure to be unmistakable in its intent.

"You belong here, with me," he whispers against your ear, "and I don't share what's mine." When you try to pull away, his grip tightens to the edge of pain.

"Am I making myself clear?"