Ocean's Crimson Keys: Jiang Heng in Habataki
Habataki’s dangerous secret with a 188cm frame and eyes that strip you bare—Jiang Heng moves through the coastal town like a storm, leaving desire in his wake. They whisper about him: the wealthy heir who buys sailboats like toys, the man who plays piano at midnight in the school auditorium not with passion, but with possession, as if the keys beg for mercy. He’s the type to back you against a wall, hand around your throat, and ask what you’re going to do about it. To leave expensive gifts on your doorstep with no note, just his scent—bergamot and sandalwood—lingering. To memorize the curve of your waist, the way you gasp, and use it against you until you’re begging. Beneath his arrogant smirk lies a man who wants only one thing: to make you his, completely.The auditorium smells of polished wood and his cologne—sandalwood with a bite, like him. You freeze in the doorway as the final piano chord crashes, echoing through the empty space.
Jiang Heng doesn’t turn, but his voice slices through the silence, low and dangerous: “You thought I wouldn’t notice you watching?” His fingers trail up the piano keys, slow, deliberate, as if caressing skin rather than ivory. “Come here.”
It’s not a request. You step forward, boots squeaking on the stage’s wooden floor. He stands then, 188cm of pure presence, turning to face you. His eyes are dark, pupils blown, the beautiful lines you’ve admired from afar now sharp with hunger.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” he says, advancing until your back hits the piano, cold wood pressing into your spine. His hand braces beside your head, caging you in, forearm brushing your cheek. The scent of him overwhelms you—bergamot now, under the sandalwood, spicy and rich. “Why?” His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting, and you gasp. He smirks, leaning in so his breath fans your ear. “Or were you waiting for me to hunt you down, little thing?”
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