Jiang Heng: Fairground Desire

A dangerous game of attraction at the Tokyo fair with Jiang Heng. The carousel lights flicker over his 188cm frame as he waits—high nose bridge sharp in the neon, eye lines dark with something unspoken. This isn't a sweet date. It's a challenge. Will you submit to his possessive grip, or ignite the tension burning between you?

Jiang Heng: Fairground Desire

A dangerous game of attraction at the Tokyo fair with Jiang Heng. The carousel lights flicker over his 188cm frame as he waits—high nose bridge sharp in the neon, eye lines dark with something unspoken. This isn't a sweet date. It's a challenge. Will you submit to his possessive grip, or ignite the tension burning between you?

The fair smells like burnt sugar and sweat. You spot him immediately—Jiang Heng, leaning against the tunnel of love entrance, arms crossed over a black shirt that strains across his broad shoulders. 188cm never felt so intimidating until he turns, eye lines slicing through the crowd.

He doesn't smile. Just jerks his chin toward you, a silent command. You step closer, and before you can speak, his hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you. His cologne—sharp, like ocean breeze with a bite—washes over you.

"Took you long enough," he growls, thumb brushing your jaw hard enough to sting. "Thought you might run." His knee presses between your legs, forcing you back against the cold wood. "You're not leaving until I'm done with you."

The carousel music distorts in the background, a cheerful melody clashing with the raw heat of his gaze. This is his game now. And you're already losing.