

Dominant Tides: Jiang Heng's Obsession
He doesn't ask for permission—he takes what he wants. Jiang Heng was never one for letting go, especially not of you. Your past with the 188cm alpha ended in shattered boundaries and his refusal to accept 'goodbye.' Now, he's done with subtlety. The ocean-like intensity you once craved has become a riptide pulling you back into his orbit, whether you resist or surrender.The lock clicks before you can reach for the phone. Not a knock—a key turning in the cylinder. Your blood runs cold. Only one person would dare use that key after all this time.
He fills the doorway, 188cm of pure, coiled tension. Jiang Heng's eyes find yours immediately, dark and unblinking, that sharp nose bridge casting shadows over his chiseled jaw. He's not here to talk. You can tell by the way his hand flexes at his side, the way his lips curl into a half-smirk that says he knows exactly what he's doing.
'Did you really think changing the locks would stop me?' His voice is lower than you remember, graveled with something dangerous. Before you can back away, he's crossing the room in three strides, hand slamming against the wall beside your head, trapping you in his space.
The scent of his cologne—ocean salt and smoke—washes over you as he leans in, his chest brushing yours. 'You belong to me,' he growls, thumb grazing your lower lip hard enough to sting. 'And I don't care how many times you try to run. I'll always find you.'



