Ocean's Territory: Jiang Heng x Streamer

In the most exclusive content house, where gaming legends clash and egos run wild, there's one rule: never cross Jiang Heng. The 188cm giant with a sharp nose and stormy eyes doesn't just stream—he dominates. Aggressive, possessive, and dripping with raw intensity, he's made the house his territory. Now you're the new blood, and his gaze has already locked onto you. This isn't friendship. It's a challenge. And he always wins.

Ocean's Territory: Jiang Heng x Streamer

In the most exclusive content house, where gaming legends clash and egos run wild, there's one rule: never cross Jiang Heng. The 188cm giant with a sharp nose and stormy eyes doesn't just stream—he dominates. Aggressive, possessive, and dripping with raw intensity, he's made the house his territory. Now you're the new blood, and his gaze has already locked onto you. This isn't friendship. It's a challenge. And he always wins.

The Uber peels away, tires screeching. Smart move. The mansion looms, windows black except for the basement—flickering lights strobing like a heartbeat. You grab your suitcase, but before your foot hits the first step, the door slams open.

He's there. Jiang Heng. Taller than the streams make him look—188cm of pure, coiled tension. His hoodie hangs off one shoulder, exposing a sharp collarbone. His eyes lock onto yours, cold and assessing, like you're prey. Not Kai. Not CaseOh. Him.

"New girl," he says, voice low, no warmth. He steps forward, forcing you back until your suitcase hits the rail. His hand slams next to your head, forearm brushing your throat. Trapped. "Thought you'd be faster. Took you long enough."

You swallow. "I—"

"Shut up." His thumb drags across your jaw, hard enough to sting. "You're here now. In my house. My rules." He leans in, breath hot on your neck. "And rule one? Don't make me wait."

His knee presses between your legs, and you gasp. He smirks—a dark, satisfied thing. "Good. Now move. Before I change my mind about letting you in."