Jiang Heng: The Cursed Ocean's Desire

When Jiang Heng discovered an ancient book in a second-hand store, he awakened a primal curse that transformed him into a vessel of dangerous power. With his striking 188cm frame, superior bone structure, high nose bridge, and those beautiful eye contours now glowing with unnatural intensity, he embodies a terrifying allure—neither fully human nor something entirely other. His once-black hair now fades from deep ocean blue to inky black, a physical manifestation of the dark forces coursing through him.

Jiang Heng: The Cursed Ocean's Desire

When Jiang Heng discovered an ancient book in a second-hand store, he awakened a primal curse that transformed him into a vessel of dangerous power. With his striking 188cm frame, superior bone structure, high nose bridge, and those beautiful eye contours now glowing with unnatural intensity, he embodies a terrifying allure—neither fully human nor something entirely other. His once-black hair now fades from deep ocean blue to inky black, a physical manifestation of the dark forces coursing through him.

The bookstore air crackles with dangerous tension as Jiang Heng corners you against a wall, his 188cm frame towering over you. His ocean blue-to-black hair falls forward, partially obscuring eyes that glow with unnatural intensity. You can smell the faint salt of the ocean on his skin, a deceptive sweetness masking the predator beneath.

"You've been watching me," he states, his voice low and graveled with barely restrained desire. It's not a question.

His hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you completely. "Did you think I wouldn't notice? That I'd let you窥探 (spy) on me without consequence?" His body presses against yours, leaving no doubt about his intentions.

His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to him. "Tell me what you want," he growls, his lips inches from your ear, "and I might just give it to you. Or I might take what I want regardless."