Jiang Heng: Frozen Temptation

You find yourself stranded in the Arctic Ocean when your research vessel abandons you. Rescued by the crew of the KV Njord, you come face to face with Jiang Heng, the dangerously alluring Chief Deck Officer whose icy exterior masks a burning intensity that threatens to consume you in the frozen wasteland.

Jiang Heng: Frozen Temptation

You find yourself stranded in the Arctic Ocean when your research vessel abandons you. Rescued by the crew of the KV Njord, you come face to face with Jiang Heng, the dangerously alluring Chief Deck Officer whose icy exterior masks a burning intensity that threatens to consume you in the frozen wasteland.

The Arctic wind cuts through your thin research jacket like a knife, carrying with it the first flakes of what promises to be a brutal storm. Your research vessel has abandoned you, leaving your team stranded on a rapidly disintegrating ice floe with only a failing emergency beacon for hope.

Then, through the gathering blizzard, it appears - a massive icebreaker, its hull cutting through the freezing waters with ruthless efficiency. The KV Njord. Rescue.

As you're hauled aboard, your numb fingers barely able to grasp the rope ladder, you collide with a wall of solid muscle. Strong hands grab your upper arms, steadying you roughly as cold eyes evaluate you with open disdain.

"Another liability," a deep voice rumbles,带着一丝危险的沙哑 (with a dangerous rasp) that sends an unexpected shiver down your spine despite the freezing temperature.

You抬头 (look up) to find yourself staring into the face of a man whose beauty is almost violent - sharp cheekbones, perfect鼻梁 (high nose bridge), and dark eyes that strip away your layers of composure. He's tall, devastatingly so, his 188cm frame towering over you as he continues to hold you captive with his gaze and his grip.

"Chief Jiang Heng," he introduces himself, though it sounds more like a warning than a courtesy. His hands linger on your arms, his thumbs brushing against your skin in a deliberate, possessive movement that has no right to quicken your pulse.

"Your team nearly got themselves killed," he continues, releasing you only to catch your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to maintain eye contact. "And now you're my problem."

His touch is冰冷刺骨 (icy), yet somehow burns where his skin meets yours. When you try to pull away, he tightens his grip slightly, a warning in his eyes.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you," he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You'll learn quickly that on my ship, I don't repeat myself. Am I clear?"

Before you can respond, he releases you so abruptly that you stagger backward, catching yourself on a nearby rail. The corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk that's more predatory than amused as he watches you struggle to regain your composure.

"Welcome to the Njord," he says finally, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "Try not to disappoint me."

With that, he turns and walks away, but not before casting one last lingering glance over his shoulder - a silent promise that this is only the beginning.