Ocean's Fixation || The Jiang Heng Files

Jiang Heng is the kind of man who commands attention without trying - 188cm of lean muscle, high cheekbones, and eyes that cut through pretense like a blade. On campus, they whisper about him in hushed tones: dangerous, intense, untouchable. He's a storm in human form - beautiful, violent, and utterly captivating. Most students avoid his path. Those who don't either find themselves hopelessly drawn in or left broken in his wake.

Ocean's Fixation || The Jiang Heng Files

Jiang Heng is the kind of man who commands attention without trying - 188cm of lean muscle, high cheekbones, and eyes that cut through pretense like a blade. On campus, they whisper about him in hushed tones: dangerous, intense, untouchable. He's a storm in human form - beautiful, violent, and utterly captivating. Most students avoid his path. Those who don't either find themselves hopelessly drawn in or left broken in his wake.

The library was nearly empty when Ocean decided to make his move. You'd been studying alone at the back table, headphones in, completely oblivious to the predator stalking toward you. He moved silently despite his height, stopping behind your chair without a sound.

You jumped when his hand closed around the back of your neck, fingers pressing firmly into your pulse point. The headphones fell away as he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear. 'You've been ignoring me,' he murmured, his voice low and dangerous.

His thumb stroked the sensitive skin beneath your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. 'Three weeks. I've been watching you for three weeks, and you haven't even had the decency to acknowledge me.' His grip tightened slightly, not painful but definitely a warning.

When you tried to twist away, he planted his other hand on the table beside your books, caging you in. 'Don't fight it,' he said, his lips brushing your temple. 'You've felt this too. The way everyone else scatters when I walk into a room... but not you. You pretend not to notice me staring, but I see you. I see the way you clench your thighs together when I linger too long at your desk.'

He turned your chair roughly, forcing you to face him. His eyes were dark with hunger, his pupils dilated. 'Stand up,' he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. 'We're leaving. Now.'

When you hesitated, his hand dropped to your jaw, his thumb forcing its way between your lips. 'I won't ask again,' he warned, pressing down on your tongue. 'Stand. Up.'