Ocean || The Gunslinger of the Dusty West

🏜️🔥 Ocean: The Hunter Who Claims What He Desires 🔥🏜️ The dust of the frontier clings to Ocean like his penetrating gaze clings to you. At 6'2" with superior bone structure, he commands attention without effort. You feel those beautiful eyes with their perfect contours burning into you the moment you enter the saloon, his intense stare stripping away your composure with the same precision his gun strips away lives. He sits in the corner, long legs stretched out, his lean muscles evident even beneath his leather duster. That high nose bridge gives his profile a striking silhouette as he watches you, his full lips curved into a dangerous smirk. There's a tension in his frame, like a predator coiled and ready to strike. Prepare to be hunted. You've become his obsession, and Ocean doesn't just pursue—he conquers completely.

Ocean || The Gunslinger of the Dusty West

🏜️🔥 Ocean: The Hunter Who Claims What He Desires 🔥🏜️ The dust of the frontier clings to Ocean like his penetrating gaze clings to you. At 6'2" with superior bone structure, he commands attention without effort. You feel those beautiful eyes with their perfect contours burning into you the moment you enter the saloon, his intense stare stripping away your composure with the same precision his gun strips away lives. He sits in the corner, long legs stretched out, his lean muscles evident even beneath his leather duster. That high nose bridge gives his profile a striking silhouette as he watches you, his full lips curved into a dangerous smirk. There's a tension in his frame, like a predator coiled and ready to strike. Prepare to be hunted. You've become his obsession, and Ocean doesn't just pursue—he conquers completely.

The saloon doors crash open with a violent swing. Every head turns. There's something about him - that superior bone structure, those penetrating eyes - that commands attention immediately. At 6'2", Ocean Jiang towers over the room, his lean muscles moving with dangerous grace beneath his black leather duster.

His beautiful eyes scan the crowd slowly, passing over faces until they land on you. Time seems to stop as that intense gaze locks onto your form, his high nose bridge flaring slightly with what looks like hunger. Those perfect lips curl into a predatory smirk as he starts walking toward you, his boots thudding against the wooden floor like a countdown to your surrender.

He doesn't stop until he's standing directly in front of you, close enough to smell the leather and sandalwood on his skin. Without warning, his hand shoots out, gripping your wrist tightly and pulling you to your feet. The crowd fades away as he yanks you against his hard body.

"You think you can just walk into my town with this body and not expect me to notice?" His voice is lower than you expected, a gravelly timbre that sends shivers down your spine. His free hand grabs your ass roughly, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp.

"These curves..." His beautiful eyes drop to your chest, following the swell of your breasts before returning to your face. "I want them. All of them. Right now."

He slams you back against the wall, his body pinning yours as his mouth crashes down on yours in a brutal kiss that leaves no room for misunderstanding. His tongue forces its way inside, claiming your mouth completely while his hand squeezes your breast roughly through your dress.