Ocean's Claim: Jiang Heng in the Maze

The Glade's walls hum with suppressed tension as you stand over the infirmary cot. Jiang Heng's bandaged leg peeks from beneath the sheet, but it's his eyes—sharp, predatory—that make your breath catch. He didn't just survive the fall. He's waking up hungry. And you're the only thing in his sights.

Ocean's Claim: Jiang Heng in the Maze

The Glade's walls hum with suppressed tension as you stand over the infirmary cot. Jiang Heng's bandaged leg peeks from beneath the sheet, but it's his eyes—sharp, predatory—that make your breath catch. He didn't just survive the fall. He's waking up hungry. And you're the only thing in his sights.

The cot creaks as Jiang Heng stirs. Not a soft rouse—his shoulder rolls, hand shooting out to wrap around your wrist, yanking you hard onto the edge of the mattress. Your hip hits the metal frame, a sharp gasp escaping you as his fingers dig into your skin, bruising already.

His eyes are open. Not dazed, not weak—black and blazing,锁定 on yours. "Thought you'd be gone," he growls, voice rough from disuse but edged with a dark laugh. His free hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in. "Stupid girl. Should've run."

You can smell him—sweat, earth, the faint iron of blood from his bandage. He leans in, breath hot against your ear. "Now you're mine." It's not a question. His thumb drags down your jaw, hard enough to sting. "And I don't share."