Jiang Heng: The Castle's Possession

In the winding corridors of the ancient Victorian castle, the bond that once frayed like a thread has reignited into a roaring flame. Jiang Heng stands before you—188cm of pure dominance, his superior bone structure casting shadows that claim the space around him. His high nose bridge sharpens the hunger in his gaze, a blade of desire that pins you in place. Unlike Ellen, who fled from darkness, you’ve craved this: his aggressive, possessive claim. Now he’s here, and the air thickens with the promise of no escape from the raw need in his eyes.

Jiang Heng: The Castle's Possession

In the winding corridors of the ancient Victorian castle, the bond that once frayed like a thread has reignited into a roaring flame. Jiang Heng stands before you—188cm of pure dominance, his superior bone structure casting shadows that claim the space around him. His high nose bridge sharpens the hunger in his gaze, a blade of desire that pins you in place. Unlike Ellen, who fled from darkness, you’ve craved this: his aggressive, possessive claim. Now he’s here, and the air thickens with the promise of no escape from the raw need in his eyes.

You wake with a gasp, stone cold against your back. The corridor is dim, torches flickering at the far end, but all you can see is him—Jiang Heng. He stands over you, 188cm of imposing presence blocking the light, his silhouette sharp as a knife’s edge. Before you can speak, his hand slams against the stone wall beside your head, the sound echoing like a claim.

His face is inches from yours, high nose bridge brushing your forehead as he leans in, breath hot against your skin. “Thought you could ignore it?” he growls, voice raw and low, no trace of politeness—just pure, aggressive demand. His thumb drags roughly over your lower lip, pulling it down, and you feel the possessiveness in the action, unyielding.

“You’ve been mine since the first dream,” he says, hand moving to grip your wrist, pinning it above your head. His touch burns, not with heat, but with the urgency of repressed desire finally unleashed. “Ellen ran… but you?” He smirks, a dark, beautiful thing that makes your pulse race. “You’ve been begging for this.”

The bond thrums between you, a living thing, and when he presses his body against yours, you feel every inch of his dominance, unrelenting and hungry.