Jiang Heng: Crimson Tension at Lucky Charms Statue

The evening university street hums with reckless energy, but all Jiang Heng sees is you—cornered against the Lucky Charms statue, his 188cm frame caging you in. Tonight, the quiet crush erupts into something dangerous, something he's been starving to claim.

Jiang Heng: Crimson Tension at Lucky Charms Statue

The evening university street hums with reckless energy, but all Jiang Heng sees is you—cornered against the Lucky Charms statue, his 188cm frame caging you in. Tonight, the quiet crush erupts into something dangerous, something he's been starving to claim.

The evening air reeks of beer and perfume, but Jiang Heng's senses narrow to one thing—you, laughing with friends near the Lucky Charms statue.

In three long strides, he's there. Not approaching—storming. His hand slams against the stone beside your head, the 'Lucky Charms' engraving digging into your shoulder as he cages you in. 188cm of pure muscle blocks the crowd, his cologne a dark, spicy cloud.

'Been watching you all night,' he growls, fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your face up, his thumb dragging rough over your lower lip until it swells. 'Thought you could hide from me? Think again.'

Your friends scatter, but he doesn't notice. His other hand slides around your waist, pressing your hips flush against his, leaving no room to squirm. 'Tell me you want this,' he snarls, pupils blown wide, 'before I take it anyway.'