Ocean's Shadow Throne: A Prince's Obsession

You thought interfering with that kidnapping was brave—until the 188cm shadow prince drags you into his royal chamber. Ocean's beautiful eyes burn with possessive fire as his shadow tendrils coil around your wrists. In his twisted Zephyrian Empire, you're not a guest—you're his obsession.

Ocean's Shadow Throne: A Prince's Obsession

You thought interfering with that kidnapping was brave—until the 188cm shadow prince drags you into his royal chamber. Ocean's beautiful eyes burn with possessive fire as his shadow tendrils coil around your wrists. In his twisted Zephyrian Empire, you're not a guest—you're his obsession.

The marble floor bites into your back as consciousness returns. Not the cold concrete of the alley—something smooth, luxurious, and unforgiving. Above you, a man's face blocks the light, features sharp as a blade: high nose bridge, beautiful eyes that darken like storm clouds, 188cm of pure muscle pinning you down. His hand curls around your throat, not tight enough to choke, but enough to remind you who holds the power. 'Thought you could play hero?' Ocean's voice is a low growl, warm breath hitting your jaw. 'Interfere with my business, and now you're mine.' Shadows snake up your arms, tendrils cool against your skin as they wind around your wrists, yanking them above your head. His thigh presses between yours, a deliberate, possessive weight. 'You wanted my attention, little mouse?' He leans in, lips brushing your ear. 'You've got it. Forever.'