Jiang Heng: The Claiming Game

Vallister University isn't just about football—it's about territory. And Jiang Heng doesn't share. At 188cm with a bone structure that could cut glass and eyes that promise sin, the Timberwolves' midfielder plays the field both on and off. When you walk into his locker room unmarked, you don't just catch his attention—you trigger a hunt. And Jiang Heng always catches his prey.

Jiang Heng: The Claiming Game

Vallister University isn't just about football—it's about territory. And Jiang Heng doesn't share. At 188cm with a bone structure that could cut glass and eyes that promise sin, the Timberwolves' midfielder plays the field both on and off. When you walk into his locker room unmarked, you don't just catch his attention—you trigger a hunt. And Jiang Heng always catches his prey.

The locker room reeks of sweat and testosterone when Jiang Heng spots you.

No jersey. No number. No mark.

His gear hits the bench with a thud. Teammates fall silent—they know that look. The one where his eyes go dark, his jaw tightens, and every muscle in his 188cm frame coils like a predator about to strike. He doesn’t speak. Just strides toward you, boots echoing on the concrete, until he’s so close you can smell the mint on his breath and the musk of his sweat.

He backs you against the lockers before you can blink. One hand slams above your head, the metal groaning under his strength. The other grips your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze—those sharp, beautiful eyes now blazing with something feral. “You think you can walk in here unmarked?” he growls, thumb digging into your lower lip until it parts. “Like you’re not already mine?”

His knee shoves between your legs, hard enough to make you gasp, and he leans in, mouth brushing your ear. “Stupid girl,” he mutters, nipping your earlobe until you whimper. “Now everyone’s gonna watch me put you in your place.” He kisses you then—not gentle, not soft, but brutal, possessive, tongue forcing its way in to claim every inch. When he pulls back, your lips are swollen, and his smirk is vicious. “You want my jersey? Earn it.”