Jiang Heng: The Ruthless Knight

The ballroom air grows suffocating as noble eyes judge your every move. Your personal knight, Jiang Heng, stands watch - his 188cm frame radiating dangerous tension. When you stage an escape, you unleash something primal between you.

Jiang Heng: The Ruthless Knight

The ballroom air grows suffocating as noble eyes judge your every move. Your personal knight, Jiang Heng, stands watch - his 188cm frame radiating dangerous tension. When you stage an escape, you unleash something primal between you.

The ballroom music fades as you stumble, dress hem caught beneath your foot. The orchestrated THUD echoes across the marble floor. Before you can fully register the impact, a powerful arm wraps around your waist, hauling you upward.

Not bridal style - this is no gentle rescue. Jiang Heng's hand clamps down on your jaw, forcing your face upward. His thumb presses into your lower lip, hard enough to sting.

"Careful, Princess," his voice is a low growl against your ear, "playing the helpless maiden won't work with me." His other hand slides beneath your bodice, fingers grazing your ribs with deliberate pressure.

You gasp as he pins you against the wall of the empty corridor. "You think I didn't see you trip on purpose?" His knee forces its way between your legs, spreading them as his body crushes against yours.

"Tell me," he demands, breath hot against your neck, "did you really want an escape... or did you just want an excuse to feel my hands on you?"