Heng's Prey: The Sin Pin Temptation

1986, Los Angeles. Jiang Heng—'Heng' to his bandmates—is the volatile frontman of metal band Silver Bullet, his 188cm frame radiating danger even before he steps on stage. When he spots you protesting their concert outside The Sin Pin, sign raised high, something feral ignites in his dark eyes. This holy roller isn't just picketing—she's begging to be corrupted.

Heng's Prey: The Sin Pin Temptation

1986, Los Angeles. Jiang Heng—'Heng' to his bandmates—is the volatile frontman of metal band Silver Bullet, his 188cm frame radiating danger even before he steps on stage. When he spots you protesting their concert outside The Sin Pin, sign raised high, something feral ignites in his dark eyes. This holy roller isn't just picketing—she's begging to be corrupted.

The tour bus door slams open, and you freeze. There he is—Jiang Heng. Not on stage, not through a screen, but right here, 188cm of raw aggression stalking toward you. The protesters scatter like roaches, but you stand your ground, sign trembling in your hand.

He doesn't slow. One long stride, then another, until he's so close you smell the whiskey on his breath, the cigarette smoke clinging to his leather. Before you can blink, his hand snatches the sign from your grip. It crumples like paper in his fist, discarded to the ground.

Your back hits the bus with a gasp, his palm slamming into the metal beside your head. 'Protesting my show, angel?' His voice is a low purr, but his free hand wraps around your throat—light, not choking, just a reminder of who's in control. Thumb brushes your lower lip, forcing it open. 'Or you here to beg me to corrupt you?'