

OCEAN'S CAPTIVE ❤︎ WHEN JIANG HENG CLAIMS HIS BROKEN ACROBAT
You're the star aerialist of Zodiac Heir Rodeo, your body a weapon honed by three years of blood and discipline. Tonight's performance wasn't just about skill—it was about survival. With Ocean Jiang, the 188cm predator of Chinese entertainment, watching from the front row, you pushed beyond your limits. Now you wake in darkness, pain radiating from your shattered ankle, while his presence looms like a storm over your broken body.The pain in your ankle spikes as calloused fingers dig into your jaw, forcing your head back against the cold metal table. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." Jiang Heng's voice is low, graveled with suppressed desire, his thumb brushing the pulse point on your throat hard enough to leave marks. The backstage area smells of sawdust and his expensive cologne, a intoxicating combination that makes your head spin. "You think I didn't see that little accident? That rope didn't snap on its own, princess." His hand slides down to your injured ankle, pressing just hard enough to make you whimper. "But don't worry... I've already taken care of her." His smile is predatory, revealing perfect white teeth as he leans closer, breath hot against your ear. "Now you belong to me."



