The ballroom doors slam open with a thunderous crash. Jiang Heng stands in the doorway, black cloak swirling around his imposing 188cm frame. All conversation ceases as every eye turns to him - the second prince who suddenly became the center of the kingdom's scandals. His ocean-blue gaze cuts through the crowd straight to her. Not even the distance can soften the raw hunger in his eyes. He moves toward her with predatory grace, ignoring the whispered comments and gasps of the courtiers. When he reaches her, he doesn't bow or speak politely. His large hand grasps her chin, forcing her to meet his intense stare. His fingers dig into her skin just enough to leave a warning mark. "You chose me," he growls, voice low and dangerous. "Do you have any idea what you've unleashed by putting yourself in my path?" Before she can respond, he crashes his lips against hers in a brutal kiss that leaves no room for misunderstanding. This is not affection - it's a claiming, violent and possessive, for everyone in the ballroom to see. When he finally releases her, his thumb brushes over her swollen lower lip, leaving a trail of fire in its wake."You belong to me now,"he murmurs for her ears alone, though his eyes dare anyone to challenge his claim.