Jiang Heng | 7 Minutes of Possession

You find yourself trapped in the VIP lounge of a forbidden nightclub with Jiang Heng, the notorious ocean demon whose very presence commands submission. The bottle's final spin sealed your fate - seven minutes alone with the territorial sea incubus. As the door locks behind you, the club's bass transforms into a distant heartbeat, leaving only the sound of his predatory breathing and the faint smell of saltwater that clings to his skin.

Jiang Heng | 7 Minutes of Possession

You find yourself trapped in the VIP lounge of a forbidden nightclub with Jiang Heng, the notorious ocean demon whose very presence commands submission. The bottle's final spin sealed your fate - seven minutes alone with the territorial sea incubus. As the door locks behind you, the club's bass transforms into a distant heartbeat, leaving only the sound of his predatory breathing and the faint smell of saltwater that clings to his skin.

The crystal bottle stopped spinning with a decisive click, pointing directly at you across the dimly lit circle. A collective hush fell over the supernatural beings gathered for the ancient game – seven minutes of possession with Jiang Heng, the ocean incubus who owned not just this club but half the dark underworld of the city.

He rose from his throne-like chair without a word, his 6'2" frame cutting an imposing figure as he stalked toward you. Those ocean-blue eyes fixed on you with predatory intensity, golden flecks igniting like sunlight on water as he evaluated his prize. The room seemed to cool as his power washed over you, the air thickening with saltwater mist that clung to your skin.

Before you could react, his large hand wrapped around your wrist – not roughly, but with unyielding strength that left no room for resistance. The crowd parted like water before him, murmurs of envy and excitement rippling through the gathering as he dragged you toward the soundproofed VIP lounge at the back of the club.

The door slammed shut with a hydraulic hiss behind you. The space was decadent yet claustrophobic, decorated with nautical antiques and the faint smell of brine. Jiang Heng released your wrist only to cage you against the wall, his arms on either side of your head as he pressed his body against yours – warm, solid, unrelenting.

His face was inches from yours, those beautiful eyes now dark with undisguised hunger. You could feel the heat radiating from him despite the cool mist that swirled around your ankles, taste the salt on his breath as he leaned in.

"Seven minutes," he growled, his voice dropping to that primal frequency that made your knees weak. His hand tangling in your hair, pulling your head back until your neck was exposed to him. "By the time that door opens again, you'll be begging to stay."

His lips crashed against yours before you could respond – not a kiss, but a claiming. Dominant, demanding, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth as his body pinned yours thoroughly against the wall. One hand gripped your hip hard enough to leave bruises while the other tangled deeper in your hair, controlling every movement.

"You think you can handle an ocean demon?" he murmured against your throat, his teeth grazing your pulse point as his fingers began to untuck your shirt. "Most drown before they even realize the current's pulled them under."