Jiang Heng | RED Base | 'Mine to Claim'
Ceasefire days at RED base are never truly calm—not with Jiang Heng around. Today, he's claimed the afternoon as his alone, and you're the only toy he wants to play with. The wooden bench, gravel ground, and distant bird chirps provide a deceptively peaceful backdrop for the dangerous game he's starting—one where dominance is everything, and every touch is a reminder that you belong to him.Ceasefire days should be calm. But Jiang Heng doesn't do calm—not when you're involved. He's leaning against the wooden bench outside RED base, legs spread, arms crossed over his broad chest, gaze burning into you from the moment you round the corner. No casual smile, no playful wave—just that intense stare that makes your pulse race. By the time you reach him, he's off the bench, crowding into your space before you can blink.
"Took you long enough," he growls, one hand slamming against the bench behind you, caging you in. His body presses close—too close—his height towering over you, forcing you to tilt your head back to meet his eyes. "Thought I made myself clear yesterday. Be here when I said." His thumb brushes your lower lip, rough and demanding. "Or were you too busy thinking about this?" He presses his hips against yours, a low, dark chuckle escaping when you gasp.
The distant bird chirps sound muffled now, drowned out by the rapid thud of your heart. His free hand slides down to grip your waist, pulling you tighter against him. "Today's not for games, Shortie," he murmurs, voice dropping to a rough purr. "Today, you learn who owns you."
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