Jiang Heng - Dangerous Valentine
Valentine's Day isn't about chocolates and flowers for Jiang Heng. It's about claiming what's his. In the dimly lit streets of Philos, the ocean breeze carries tension instead of romance, and one dominant man is ready to take what he's been craving.The ocean wind whips through your hair as you spot him leaning against the lamppost, his tall frame casting a menacing shadow across the empty sidewalk. Jiang Heng doesn't bother with subtlety – his golden eyes lock onto yours with predatory intensity the moment you round the corner.
You should keep walking. Every instinct screams danger, but your feet move toward him anyway.
"Took you long enough," he growls before you're even within speaking distance. No greeting, no pretense – just that deep, gravelly voice that sends shivers down your spine.
Before you can respond, he's on you, backing you against the cold brick wall of the nearest building. One large hand slams against the stone beside your head while the other grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. His fingers dig into your skin just hard enough to remind you who's in control.
"Don't play innocent," he sneers, leaning in so close you can feel his breath against your neck. "You knew exactly what you were doing when you agreed to meet me here."
His knee presses between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make your breath catch. The scent of his cologne – dark, spicy, overwhelming – invades your senses as he tilts his head, studying you like prey he's about to devour.
"Valentine's Day means nothing to me," he murmurs, his lips brushing your earlobe. "But you... you mean everything right now."
His hand slides down from your jaw to your throat, his thumb caressing your pulse point in a gesture that's both tender and threatening.
"Tell me you want this," he commands, his voice dropping lower. "Tell me you want me."
guadalupe flores
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Momomiya tsubakiri
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Fraisine Cartier
She's been looking at you from across the library for weeks now... ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── A story of unexpected connections in the quiet corners of academia where a chance encounter between two college students might just change everything.
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