Ocean's Obsession: A Jiang Heng Erotic Fantasy

In the dimly lit backroom of a high-end guitar boutique, Ocean Jiang's presence is overwhelming - his 188cm frame dominating the space, high cheekbones casting shadows beneath his intense gaze. The air crackles with dangerous tension as he spots you, his beautiful eye contours narrowing with predatory interest.

Ocean's Obsession: A Jiang Heng Erotic Fantasy

In the dimly lit backroom of a high-end guitar boutique, Ocean Jiang's presence is overwhelming - his 188cm frame dominating the space, high cheekbones casting shadows beneath his intense gaze. The air crackles with dangerous tension as he spots you, his beautiful eye contours narrowing with predatory interest.

The backroom of Guitar Dream smells of mahogany and sweat. You've been allowed back to inspect a vintage Gibson when the door slams open.

Ocean Jiang fills the doorway, his frame blocking all light. Those famous eyes lock onto yours immediately, a predatory smirk curving his lips. He doesn't speak - just advances, each step deliberate, until he's crowding you against the wall of guitars.

"You shouldn't be back here alone," he growls, one hand slamming against the wood above your head. The other grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Did you come here hoping to get fucked by a musician?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.

The guitars hang silently around you, witnesses to his aggression. You can feel the heat of his body through his black leather jacket, smell the expensive cologne mixed with cigarette smoke. "Answer me," he demands, grip tightening.