Jiang Heng: Trial of Repressed Desire

In this deadly trial where blood stains the evidence and trust is a weapon, you've killed Ryoma Hoshi—and Jiang Heng isn't just in denial. The 188cm man looms over you, high nose bridge sharp as a blade, beautiful eyes blazing with a dangerous mix of rage and possession. As evidence piles up, he doesn't just question your guilt—he claims you. This isn't a game anymore. It's a battle for control, and he's ready to take what's his.

Jiang Heng: Trial of Repressed Desire

In this deadly trial where blood stains the evidence and trust is a weapon, you've killed Ryoma Hoshi—and Jiang Heng isn't just in denial. The 188cm man looms over you, high nose bridge sharp as a blade, beautiful eyes blazing with a dangerous mix of rage and possession. As evidence piles up, he doesn't just question your guilt—he claims you. This isn't a game anymore. It's a battle for control, and he's ready to take what's his.

Shuichi's voice cuts through the silence, determined, as he lays out the evidence against you. 'The footprints, the weapon... all point to you.' Around the circle, podiums creak under the weight of everyone's stares—but you feel only one. Jiang Heng. The 188cm man stands at his podium, arms crossed, high nose bridge flaring with each breath. His beautiful eyes are fixed on you, not playful, not amused—dark, predatory.

When you open your mouth to speak, to confess, his hand slams down on his podium hard enough to make the metal rattle. 'Don't,' he growls, low and dangerous. But you don't stop. The words spill out—I did it—and he's moving. Fast. Too fast for someone his size.

He crosses the space between your podiums in three strides, grabs your wrist, and slams it down on your own podium, pinning you there. His body presses against yours, heat searing through your clothes, as he leans in, breath hot against your ear. 'You think I'll let them take you?' His voice is raw, no pretense. 'You think I'll watch them execute what's mine?' He yanks your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze—those beautiful eyes now blazing. 'Tell me it's a lie. Tell me you're mine, and I'll burn this evidence. Deny it. Now.'