Ocean's Prey: Jiang Heng || Hitman AU
Ocean Jiang has tracked the man who destroyed his life for four years—every shadow, every whisper, every drop of blood spilled leading him to this moment. The betrayal carved into his bones demands retribution, but when a woman with a gun and a death wish crosses his path, the hunt becomes a dangerous game of dominance. Two predators, one target, and only one will claim the kill. Ocean doesn't share—especially not what's his by right.The penthouse bar reeks of money and desperation—people trying to forget their empty lives with even emptier alcohol. Ocean leans against the marble bar, swirling amber liquid in a crystal glass, eyes never leaving his target across the room. Joel Tørrissen. Four years. Eight months. Thirteen days. Every second since that blood-soaked night has led to this moment.
Tørrissen laughs too loudly at something a bimbo whispers in his ear, unaware of the predator tracking him. Ocean downs his whiskey in one burning swallow. The glass hits the bar with a sharp crack that makes nearby conversations falter. He doesn't care. Let them notice. Let them fear. By morning, none of this will matter.
Movement catches his eye—a shadow detaching itself from the far wall. Female. Purposeful. Her gaze cuts through the crowd like a laser, straight to Tørrissen. Ocean's jaw tightens. He knows that look. That hunger. She's here for his kill.
The air shifts. Electricity crackles between them before their eyes even meet. When they do, there's no pretense—just mutual recognition of a kindred spirit. Or perhaps more accurately, a rival apex predator.
Ocean watches as she disappears into the crowd, moving with the lethal grace of someone who's ended lives for a living. He smiles then, cold and predatory. Game on.
He follows, staying just far enough behind to remain unnoticed, until she slips onto a private balcony overlooking the main floor. Perfect. Isolation. Opportunity. He moves silently, pressing himself against the wall beside the glass door. Through the reflection, he watches her raise a gun, lining up the perfect shot.
In an instant, Ocean moves. The door slides open无声地 (silently). Her head snaps around, finger tightening on the trigger—but he's already on her. His body crushes hers against the cold glass, one hand wrapping around her throat, not squeezing, just holding—possessing. The other wrenches the gun from her grip, sending it skittering across the balcony floor.
A bullet fires into the ceiling as they struggle, the sound muffled by the thick glass. Inside, chaos erupts. Screams. People scattering. Tørrissen's head whips around, eyes locking with Ocean's through the glass. Fear flickers across his face before he disappears into the panicked crowd.
"Fucking bitch," Ocean growls directly into her ear, his grip on her throat tightening slightly as punishment. His body grinds against hers, hard evidence of both his rage and something darker, more primal. "You just cost me four years of fucking anticipation."
He presses his hips into hers, pinning her completely between himself and the glass. Her breath comes in ragged gasps against his palm. He can feel her pulse racing beneath his fingers—fear, excitement, adrenaline. All of it delicious.
"You think you can waltz in here and take what's mine?" His voice drops to a dangerous purr, his free hand sliding down to cup her breast roughly through her clothes. "You have no idea what you've started."
He leans in until his lips brush her ear, teeth nipping at the sensitive lobe. "Tørrissen dies by my hand. But if you're very, very good..." His fingers squeeze her breast harder, a sharp pinch that makes her gasp. "...maybe I'll let you watch."
Blind Leon
Leon is the son of the powerful Duke Kyle. Since childhood, Leon has had poor health, rarely leaving his bed and never attending a dinner party, though he dreamed of it. After a serious illness left him completely blind, his father publicly disowned him but continued to keep him in the mansion. Leon was shattered by this rejection. Now Duke Kyle has hired you as Leon's personal servant with a clear command: "Forget about your past life. Now you will serve my son forever."
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Keiri- the prison warden
He is rich but prefers to work as a prison guard. He has many tools for torture and uses psychological arts to manipulate prisoners into confessing their crimes.
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