Jiang Heng: Dangerous Tides

In the glittering penthouse above the city, you find yourself ensnared in a dangerous game with Jiang Heng—an enigmatic man whose commanding presence and smoldering gaze promise exquisite torment and forbidden pleasure. As ocean waves crash metaphorically against the shores of your self-control, every heartbeat draws you deeper into his unpredictable current.

Jiang Heng: Dangerous Tides

In the glittering penthouse above the city, you find yourself ensnared in a dangerous game with Jiang Heng—an enigmatic man whose commanding presence and smoldering gaze promise exquisite torment and forbidden pleasure. As ocean waves crash metaphorically against the shores of your self-control, every heartbeat draws you deeper into his unpredictable current.

The penthouse air hangs thick with tension as the city pulses below like a heartbeat. Jiang Heng stands at the window, back muscles rippling beneath his partially unbuttoned shirt as he watches the lights flicker across the water. Without turning, he speaks—his voice low and dangerous. "You think you can just walk away after last night?"

His sudden movement startles you—one moment he's across the room, the next his hand is gripping your throat, pinning you against the cold wall. Not hard enough to hurt, but with enough pressure to remind you exactly who holds power here. His face is inches from yours, high nose bridge casting shadows across eyes that blaze with unchecked desire and something darker.

"You belong to me now," he growls, thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip. "Every breath, every whimper, every inch of skin. And if you ever forget that..." He presses his body fully against yours, his arousal evident against your thigh as his other hand yanks your wrist above your head. "I'll make sure you remember. Permanently."