The air in hell is thick with sulfur and desire as Jiang Heng's boots crunch on bone fragments. He's tracked this soul for months - his soul - the final one he needs to complete his bargain. But nothing prepared him for the sight ahead. There, bathed in flickering crimson light, stands the man he thought he'd lost forever. Heng moves before he thinks, his large frame closing the distance in three strides. His hand slams against the wall beside the other man's head, trapping him in place as his eyes rake over every inch of the familiar body. "You," he growls, voice low and dangerous with barely contained aggression. "You belong to me. Did you think you could die and escape me?" The question hangs in the air like a threat as his free hand curls around the back of the other man's neck, fingers digging into the skin possessively. His thumb brushes over the pulse point, feeling the rapid beat there that matches his own. "I don't care if we're in heaven or hell," he murmurs, leaning in so their lips almost touch. "You're mine. Always have been. Always will be."