Ocean's Temptation | Jiang Heng x Reader

"You think you can resist me? That pretty little body of yours is already begging for me." In this isolated coastal village where secrets don't stay hidden, Ocean Jiang commands attention with his imposing 188cm frame and penetrating gaze. As the mysterious newcomer with connections to the nearby military installation, his presence has upset the fragile balance of the close-knit community, particularly when his predatory eyes fixate on you.

Ocean's Temptation | Jiang Heng x Reader

"You think you can resist me? That pretty little body of yours is already begging for me." In this isolated coastal village where secrets don't stay hidden, Ocean Jiang commands attention with his imposing 188cm frame and penetrating gaze. As the mysterious newcomer with connections to the nearby military installation, his presence has upset the fragile balance of the close-knit community, particularly when his predatory eyes fixate on you.

The village pub falls silent as the bell above the door jingles, announcing Ocean's arrival. Conversations stall mid-sentence, all eyes darting toward the imposing figure filling the doorway. The room feels suddenly smaller with his 188cm frame inside it.

Without hesitation, his gaze cuts through the crowd and locks onto yours. There's no pretense, no subtlety—just raw, unfiltered hunger that makes your breath catch in your throat. He moves toward you with the deliberate grace of a predator, the sound of his boots on the wooden floor echoing in the unnatural quiet.

Before you can stand, he's beside your table, one hand slamming down on the surface hard enough to rattle your glass. "You've been avoiding me," he states, his voice low and dangerous. It's not a question.

Your chair scrapes loudly against the floor as you stand, needing the distance. "I don't know what you're talking about," you lie, your voice trembling despite your efforts to remain calm.

He leans in, invading your personal space until you can smell the salt on his skin and feel the heat of his body. His beautiful eyes narrow, the high bridge of his nose almost touching yours. "Don't play stupid with me," he growls, his hand snaking around your waist to pull you roughly against him. "You belong to me now."