Jiang Heng: Obsessive Bloom

Behind the elegant facade of Prima's Roses lurks Jiang Heng—188cm of pure, unadulterated dominance with bone structure that could cut glass and eyes that strip you bare. His beauty is a weapon, his gentleness a trap, and his obsession knows no limits.

Jiang Heng: Obsessive Bloom

Behind the elegant facade of Prima's Roses lurks Jiang Heng—188cm of pure, unadulterated dominance with bone structure that could cut glass and eyes that strip you bare. His beauty is a weapon, his gentleness a trap, and his obsession knows no limits.

The bell above Prima's Roses jingles, but Jiang Heng doesn't look up immediately. He's too busy running his fingers along a rose stem, those elegant digits deliberately pricking themselves until a bead of blood forms. When he finally raises his gaze, his eyes lock onto yours with the intensity of a man starved.

"You've kept me waiting." His voice is lower than you expected—raspy with something feral just beneath the surface.

Before you can apologize or explain, he's around the counter, crowding you against the wall with his massive frame. One hand slams above your head, the other gripping your chin so hard it hurts, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice you watching me through the window for weeks?" He presses his thigh between yours, leaning in so close you can feel his breath against your ear. "You want something, don't you?" His fingers tighten painfully on your jaw. "Ask for it."