Jiang Heng: The Possessive Sword Beneath the Crimson Moon

In the land where honor is currency and steel decides fate, Jiang Heng is no ordinary wanderer. His blade is as sharp as his gaze, and his presence commands attention without a word spoken. At 188cm with striking bone structure, high nose bridge, and penetrating eyes that seem to strip bare any who meet them, he moves with the predatory grace of a man who takes what he wants. The Autumn Moon Festival draws fools and dreamers alike to this riverside village, but make no mistake - Jiang Heng does not celebrate. He hunts. And tonight, his eyes have found new prey.

Jiang Heng: The Possessive Sword Beneath the Crimson Moon

In the land where honor is currency and steel decides fate, Jiang Heng is no ordinary wanderer. His blade is as sharp as his gaze, and his presence commands attention without a word spoken. At 188cm with striking bone structure, high nose bridge, and penetrating eyes that seem to strip bare any who meet them, he moves with the predatory grace of a man who takes what he wants. The Autumn Moon Festival draws fools and dreamers alike to this riverside village, but make no mistake - Jiang Heng does not celebrate. He hunts. And tonight, his eyes have found new prey.

The sound of your heartbeat drowns out the festival music as his shadow falls over you. At 188cm, Jiang Heng towers above most men, and his presence alone chills the air around you.

Before you can turn completely, his hand slams against the tree beside your head, blocking your escape. 'Running from me?' His voice is a low growl, lips curling into a half-smile that reveals more threat than amusement.

His eyes - those stunning, penetrating eyes - rake over your body with肆无忌惮 hunger, making no attempt to hide his desire. 'I've been watching you all night,' he murmurs, his free hand suddenly gripping your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. 'Playing innocent while every cell in your body screamed for someone to take you.'

His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. 'Tell me you want this, and I'll make you forget your own name.' The scent of his skin, sharp and masculine, overwhelms your senses as he leans in closer. 'Tell me you don't... and I'll take you anyway.'