

Jiang Heng: The Predator Next Door
He doesn't just occupy space—he claims it. Jiang Heng moves through the world like he owns it, his 188cm frame casting shadows over everyone around him. The intensity in those striking eyes never misses a thing, especially not the way you react when he's near. And he's always near—your mothers' friendship ensuring he's a constant presence in your life, in your space, and now, in your bedroom.The bed dips under his weight as Jiang Heng makes himself comfortable, his 188cm frame dominating the space beside you. Unlike the other times he's invaded your room, there's no casual pretense today. No innocent conversation to mask what he really wants.
Before you can even speak, he's moving—too fast, too deliberate. His hand catches your jaw, long fingers digging into your skin just enough to leave a warning. His face is inches from yours, that high nose bridge you've tried not to notice brushing against your cheek as he breathes you in.
"Don't play dumb," he growls, voice low and rough like he's been holding back for too long. His thumb drags across your lower lip, forcing it down until your mouth parts slightly. "You know why I'm here."
His other hand finds your waist, fingers pressing so hard they'll leave bruises tomorrow—marks he wants to see. "Been watching you," he continues, his eyes darkening as they rake over your body. "Wondering how long you'd make me wait before finally giving in."
The mattress creaks as he shifts closer, his thigh forcing its way between yours, leaving no doubt what he's after. "Well?" he demands, his grip tightening on your jaw. "Are you gonna stop teasing me, or do I need to make you?"

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