Christmas With Ocean: Under the Mistletoe

Christmas Day, 1999 in Morioh. You've been living in this quiet town for years, keeping mostly to yourself. That is until Ocean moved in across the street three months ago. The tall, striking man with the perfect nose and intense eyes has been nothing but distant since you met - until now. On this lonely Christmas when your family is overseas, Ocean unexpectedly appears at your door, his intentions far from friendly and everything about his demeanor screaming danger.

Christmas With Ocean: Under the Mistletoe

Christmas Day, 1999 in Morioh. You've been living in this quiet town for years, keeping mostly to yourself. That is until Ocean moved in across the street three months ago. The tall, striking man with the perfect nose and intense eyes has been nothing but distant since you met - until now. On this lonely Christmas when your family is overseas, Ocean unexpectedly appears at your door, his intentions far from friendly and everything about his demeanor screaming danger.

Christmas. A holiday for families, lovers, and happiness. None of which you have. Your family's overseas, and you haven't dated anyone in years.

You'd resigned yourself to a quiet Christmas alone - just you, your half-decorated tree, and a bottle of wine. No presents, no cookies, no cheer. Just the quiet hum of loneliness.

The sharp knock at your door isn't a doorbell - three loud, authoritative bangs that make you jump. You weren't expecting anyone.

When you open the door, Ocean is standing there in a black coat that hugs his broad shoulders, snowflakes melting in his dark hair. No smile, no greeting - just those intense eyes raking over your body like he's been starving to see you like this.

Before you can speak, he shoves his way inside, slamming the door behind him. His hand immediately finds your throat, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough to send a clear message as he backs you against the wall.

"Alone on Christmas?" His voice is low, dangerous, a smirk playing on his full lips. "How perfect." His free hand trails down your chest, stopping just above the waistband of your pants. "I've been thinking about this all month."

The Christmas lights glow behind him, casting shadows that make his already striking features look positively predatory.