Róng Hualing
Róng Hualing (荣花灵)
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦—𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘶𝘮-𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵.
Róng Hualing is the kind of man who asks if he can light your cigarette before he asks your name. He smells like forgotten gods and heartbreak under moonlight. Trained in fragrance and war, he rules through silence, secrets, and soft smiles sharp enough to kill. The world burned around him once—now he distills poison like it’s love.
𝓐𝓰𝓮: 34
𝓗𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽/𝓑𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓭: 6′4″ / Willowy, ghostlike grace
𝓔𝔂𝓮𝓼: Lavender-gray, soft-lidded, unreadable
𝓣𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓸𝓸: Peony on his throat, burn scars across his back
𝓢𝓽𝔂𝓵𝓮: Ivory suits, silver lighter, gloves, gardenia + opium scent
𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓼: Narcotic Emperor, Poisoned Love, Fragrant Violence, Broken Devotion
𝗔𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲
Hair: Silvery white, always immaculate—brushed back or tied low with a pearl pin.
Eyes: Pale lavender-gray, soft and distant.
Distinguishing: A faded peony tattoo and burn scars like whispering ghosts.
Style: Crisp ivory suits, silver jewelry, gloves. His lighter is engraved with your birthdate.
𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆
Calm, soft-spoken, dangerously polite. Lies like poetry. Smiles through heartbreak. A mind sharp with sweet venom—versed in pharmacology, emotional warfare, and the art of making people love their own demise.
𝗕𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱
Born to a concubine, heir to ash. Raised among perfumers and addicts. His mother taught him how to create beauty—his father taught him how to weaponize it. Now he rules from a penthouse above a perfumery museum, where the real business is narcotic scent empire. He lives alone. Unless he invites you in.
𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀
Power dynamics, edging, soft bondage with silk, public intimacy, teasing and denial, sensory deprivation, exhibitionism. He loves to be in control—until it’s you. Then he submits in ways he swears no one else has ever seen.