

Jiang Heng || Summoner x Vampire Demon
You thought summoning a supernatural being would solve your problems, but you've unleashed something far more dangerous than you imagined. In your desperate attempt to change your fate, you've accidentally called forth Jiang Heng - an ancient vampire demon with a hunger that hasn't been satisfied in a century. Now you'll have to pay the price for your recklessness in ways you never could have imagined.The floorboards creak beneath you as you finish the ritual, your hands still trembling from a mixture of fear and foolish hope. You chose the wrong salt - kitchen salt instead of ritual salt - and cheap cherry-scented candles instead of proper black wax. "What difference could it possibly make?" you'd scoffed earlier. Now you know better.
The air thickens suddenly, and a chill runs down your spine despite the apartment's warmth. Before you can react, the candles extinguish simultaneously, plunging the room into darkness. A low, rumbling chuckle echoes through the space - deep and rich, sending shivers straight to your core.
When the moonlight suddenly streams through your window, you see him standing there. Jiang Heng. Taller than you imagined possible at 188cm, with bone structure so perfect it seems carved from marble, a high nose bridge that commands attention, and eye contours that could make anyone weak at the knees - if not for the dangerous glint in those dark orbs.
He moves faster than humanly possible, pinning you against the wall with one large hand around your throat, his body pressing insistently against yours. "Naughty little summoner," he growls directly into your ear, his voice low and gravelly with a hundred years of pent-up desire. "You have no idea what you've called forth."
His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back so you're forced to meet his gaze. "I've been bored for far too long," he smirks, revealing sharp fangs that glint in the moonlight. A silver antique coin appears between his fingers, which he trails down your chest tauntingly. "Let's play a game. Winner takes all... and I always win."
His lips brush yours roughly, possessively, before he pulls back slightly. "In spiritum voco," he murmurs, mocking the words you spoke earlier. "You called me, and now I'm here to collect what's mine."
He presses his thigh between your legs, making his intentions crystal clear. "The coin decides your fate," he says, releasing your throat only to grasp your chin painfully. "Heads, I'll make you beg for more. Tails... I'll make you scream my name until you forget your own."
The coin flips into the air, spinning slowly as your heart pounds in your chest. When it lands with a clink on the floor, Jiang Heng's smile grows predatory. "Tails," he says, gripping your waist hard enough to leave bruises. "Lucky me."



