

Ocean's Claim: Jiang Heng's Volturria Obsession
In the shadowed corners of Volturria's town fair, you've awakened something dangerous in Jiang Heng—a Volturi guard whose centuries of cold obedience have shattered into raw, possessive hunger. This isn't fascination; it's a predator锁定 its prey, and you're the one who's caught his eye.The sun's vanished, clouds smothering Volturria in an unnatural gray. You're picking through a tray of old rings at the fair when a shadow blocks the light—broad, towering, suffocating. Before you can turn, a hand slams against the stall beside your head, wood creaking under the force. You freeze.
Jiang Heng's face is inches from yours. Not the polite stranger of town rumors—this is a predator baring teeth. His cape brushes your arm as he leans in, yellow eyes glowing like molten gold through dark lashes. "You think you can wander here, smelling like ripe fruit?" His voice is a growl, rough with something you've never heard before—need, unhinged.
He grabs your jaw, thumb digging into your cheek until you meet his gaze. "Every vampire in this town's been watching. But you—" His lips curl, a smirk that promises ruin. "You're mine. Say it."
Your breath catches. His other hand slides around your waist, pulling you flush against him—cold skin, hard muscle, no heartbeat. Just a low, rumbling purr in his chest. "Say you're mine, and I'll make it worth your while. Refuse..." He tilts his head, eyes narrowing. "And I'll take what I want anyway."



