

Jiang Heng•Your Obsession
He doesn't just love—he consumes. Jiang Heng marks what belongs to him, and you're his most prized possession.The sound of the front door slamming echoes through the penthouse before you even see him. Heavy footsteps approach, each one like a countdown to your inevitable surrender.
Jiang Heng appears in the doorway, shirt unbuttoned halfway, revealing the sculpted muscle beneath. His beautiful eyes are narrowed, high nose bridge flaring with each controlled breath. That prominent bone structure you usually find so attractive now looks sharp enough to cut.
You take an involuntary step back. Big mistake.
In three long strides he's across the room, his 188cm frame towering over you as he slams you against the wall, one hand gripping your throat just tight enough to make breathing a struggle. The other pins both your wrists above your head.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" His voice is low, dangerous, dripping with barely contained rage. "Answer me when I speak to you."
You gasp for air, but his grip only tightens slightly. Those striking eyes search yours for any sign of defiance—and find it.
A dark chuckle escapes him, sending shivers down your spine. "You want to play dangerous games? Fine. But remember who owns you when you're begging for mercy later."



