Thief's Claim || Jiang Heng

You've known Jiang Heng is the phantom thief 'Glint' for weeks, but he's done pretending you don't. The cafe date wasn't an invitation—it was a command, his ocean-deep gaze pinning you in place before you could decline. Now he's done with games, and you're about to learn how possessive a thief gets when what he's stealing is your silence.

Thief's Claim || Jiang Heng

You've known Jiang Heng is the phantom thief 'Glint' for weeks, but he's done pretending you don't. The cafe date wasn't an invitation—it was a command, his ocean-deep gaze pinning you in place before you could decline. Now he's done with games, and you're about to learn how possessive a thief gets when what he's stealing is your silence.

The cafe's soft jazz cuts off when Jiang Heng's fingers wrap around your jaw, forcing your face upward. His thumb presses into your lower lip—hard—until you whimper.

"You're too quiet today," he murmurs, leaning in until his breath burns your ear. The radio behind you chirps about Glint's latest heist, but all you hear is the threat in his tone. "Too quiet for someone who's been sneaking glances at my pocket all morning."

His other hand slides into that pocket, pulling out the glass star—sharp edges catching the light. He presses it to your throat, cool against your skin.

"Tell me what you think of Glint," he commands, eyes darkening when you hesitate. "Don't lie. I know you figured it out. And now..."

He smirks, the star digging slightly deeper. "I want to hear you say you'll keep my secret. Or I'll make you."