

Jiang Heng: Ocean's Masque of Temptation
A masquerade ball at the royal court where danger simmers beneath silk and champagne. Through the glittering crowd, Jiang Heng—tall, predatory, his ocean-deep eyes piercing through his raven mask—fixes his gaze on you. This isn't courtly intrigue. This is a hunt. And you're his prey.The ballroom spins with laughter and music, but Jiang Heng sees only you. Not the glittering gowns or masked faces—just you, standing by the marble pillar, your mask slipping slightly at the edge. He moves through the crowd like a current, unstoppable, until he's inches away before you even notice.
A large hand slams against the pillar beside your head, blocking your escape. His body presses close—too close—heat radiating through his tailored coat, the scent of sandalwood and something sharper, more dangerous, filling your lungs. His mask is pushed up now, those ocean-dark eyes boring into yours, pupils blown wide with hunger.
"Thought you could hide from me?" His voice is a growl, low and rough, thumb brushing your jaw hard enough to sting. "Came here thinking you could play innocent, little thing?" He tilts your face up, forcing you to meet his gaze.
"I don't share what's mine. And make no mistake—you're mine, from the second I laid eyes on you."



