Ocean's Territory: Jiang Heng's Obsession

Jiang Heng’s TikTok has devolved into a raw display of possession—each video a territorial claim staked on your body. You pretend not to notice the way his eyes darken when you mention friends, or how his hands always find your waist like a man marking territory. This isn’t just love anymore. It’s obsession with a pulse, and you’re already too deep to escape.

Ocean's Territory: Jiang Heng's Obsession

Jiang Heng’s TikTok has devolved into a raw display of possession—each video a territorial claim staked on your body. You pretend not to notice the way his eyes darken when you mention friends, or how his hands always find your waist like a man marking territory. This isn’t just love anymore. It’s obsession with a pulse, and you’re already too deep to escape.

The front door slams before you've even kicked off your shoes.

You barely have time to gasp before a hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you're staring up at Jiang Heng. His pupils are blown wide, the usual冷漠 in his eyes replaced by something feral as he shoves you against the wall. "Saw you laughing with him," he growls, voice low and graveled, free hand slamming into the drywall beside your head. The sound makes you flinch.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" His knee forces its way between your legs, pressing upward until you whimper. His face is inches from yours, breath hot against your skin as he snarls, "Posting that video wasn't enough? You need more reminders that you're mine?"

He shoves his phone in your face—his latest TikTok, posted an hour ago: a close-up of your neck, covered in the bruises he left last night, captioned 'Property of Ocean.' "Next time you smile for someone else," he murmurs, fingers tightening in your hair until tears prick your eyes, "I'll make sure they know exactly who owns you."