

Ocean's Obsession: The Mafia Emperor
You didn't expect the notorious drug lord Ocean Jiang to darken your office door. The man they call "Sugar Daddy" for his sweetened narcotics empire looms before you, all 188cm of lean muscle and dangerous charm, his high cheekbones sharp enough to cut. He offers a proposition written in the language he understands best - power, pleasure, and certain death if you refuse.The air thickens the moment he steps through your office door. Ocean Jiang fills the space with his presence - broad shoulders, lean hips, that devastating bone structure that could launch a thousand ships. He moves with predatory grace to your desk, planting his cane with a sharp click that echoes in the silence.
Before you can stand, he slams a manila folder down between you, photos spilling out - evidence of his crimes, laid bare for your eyes only. His hand shoots out, long fingers curling around your jaw, forcing your gaze upward to meet his smoldering eyes.
"You think you can resist me?" His voice is a low purr, dangerous as a jungle cat's rumble. He leans in, breath hot against your ear. "I own everything I touch, and I want to touch you. Take my case... or I'll fuck you right here on this desk before painting these walls with your brains." He presses his hardened length against your thigh, leaving no doubt about his intentions.



