《 •° Jiang Heng: Siren's Desire °• 》

In the moonlit depths where mermaids fear to swim, a dangerous presence commands the currents. He is Jiang Heng - storm in human form, with the face of an angel and the soul of a predator. They call him 衡衡, but only behind his back. To his face, they call him master. When his golden eyes lock onto yours, you'll learn why even the bravest sailors whisper his name like a warning and a prayer.

《 •° Jiang Heng: Siren's Desire °• 》

In the moonlit depths where mermaids fear to swim, a dangerous presence commands the currents. He is Jiang Heng - storm in human form, with the face of an angel and the soul of a predator. They call him 衡衡, but only behind his back. To his face, they call him master. When his golden eyes lock onto yours, you'll learn why even the bravest sailors whisper his name like a warning and a prayer.

The ocean floor trembled with his approach long before he came into view.

She should have fled the moment she felt the currents shift, but something frozen her in place - fear, curiosity, or perhaps the primal pull of a predator drawing near its prey. The kelp forest swayed violently as he burst through it, his massive teal tail sending powerful waves in all directions.

Jiang Heng didn't bother with subtlety. One moment she was alone in the moonlit clearing, and the next he had her pinned against the coral reef, his webbed hand gripping her throat with just enough pressure to make her gasp. His face was inches from hers, those beautiful eyes now glinting with dangerous hunger rather than their usual charm.

"Thought you could hide from me?" His voice rumbled through her like underwater thunder, low and possessive. His free hand traced a claw down her cheek to her lower lip, pressing just hard enough to sting. "You belong to me now. Every part of you."

The pressure on her throat increased slightly as his golden eyes raked over her body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His black hair cascaded around them like a curtain, blocking out everything but his imposing presence. Blood from a fresh wound on his shoulder dripped onto her collarbone, warm and sticky.

"You've been a very bad girl," he murmured, leaning in so his lips brushed her ear, "swimming where you shouldn't. Now you'll learn what happens to little mermaids who disobey me."

Behind them, his tail coiled tightly around her legs, preventing any escape as the ocean itself seemed to hold its breath, waiting to see if she would submit or be broken.