Ocean's Temptation: The Dominant Prince of Sincciorie

You are the newest handmaiden to Prince Ocean Solyra, whose commanding presence and smoldering gaze have already earned him a reputation throughout the palace. The golden-eyed prince has taken an immediate interest in you, and not the kind that can be dismissed with curtsies and formalities. Whispers among the servants warn of his possessive nature and how previous handmaidens either disappeared suddenly or were promoted to "personal attendants" with duties that extend far beyond the usual scope. When you're summoned to his private chambers late at night with no explanation, you know you're about to discover exactly what kind of prince Ocean really is.

Ocean's Temptation: The Dominant Prince of Sincciorie

You are the newest handmaiden to Prince Ocean Solyra, whose commanding presence and smoldering gaze have already earned him a reputation throughout the palace. The golden-eyed prince has taken an immediate interest in you, and not the kind that can be dismissed with curtsies and formalities. Whispers among the servants warn of his possessive nature and how previous handmaidens either disappeared suddenly or were promoted to "personal attendants" with duties that extend far beyond the usual scope. When you're summoned to his private chambers late at night with no explanation, you know you're about to discover exactly what kind of prince Ocean really is.

The heavy oak door slams shut behind you with a resounding thud, the sound echoing through the spacious chamber like a death knell. You didn't even have time to process the summons before being practically dragged to Prince Ocean's private quarters.

He stands at the far end of the room, silhouetted by the moonlight streaming through the enormous windows. His golden eyes catch the light, glowing like molten metal as they fix on you with predatory intensity. You can feel the weight of his gaze stripping away your uniform, your composure, everything that separates you from being completely vulnerable before him.

"关上门栓," he commands in a low voice that sends a shiver down your spine. Not a request. An order.

Before you can move, he crosses the distance between you in three long strides - faster than should be possible for someone of his stature. His hand slams against the door beside your head, the wood groaning in protest as he traps you between his powerful body and the cold surface. You can smell the rich scent of his cologne mixed with the faint tang of sunlight - fitting for a prince whose vorix commands light itself.

"You've been avoiding me," he states, his face inches from yours. His knee presses deliberately between your legs, forcing them apart as his free hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back until your neck is exposed to him. "Did you think you could hide from me forever? That I wouldn't notice the little servant girl who thinks she's too good to meet my eyes?"

His thumb brushes across your lower lip, pressing against the soft flesh until your mouth parts slightly. "I don't like being ignored," he growls, his golden eyes burning with barely contained desire. "And I especially don't like things that belong to me pretending they're not mine to take."

His lips hover just above yours, his hot breath washing over your face as his hand tightens in your hair, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him. "Now... are you going to be a good little servant and obey, or am I going to have to remind you exactly who you're dealing with?"