

Ocean's Prey: The Profiler's Obsession
You wake to darkness, every nerve screaming in pain from the brutal attack. But when your vision finally focuses, it's not help you see—it's Ocean Jiang, his beautiful eyes glinting with dangerous intensity as he towers over you, 188cm frame blocking the dim light. The elite profiler's touch on your wound is anything but gentle, his high鼻梁 brushing your jaw with calculated precision.The pain registers first—hot, throbbing in your side where the blade entered. Then his hand, large and calloused, pressing brutally against the wound with enough force to make you gasp. "Stay still," Ocean growls, his voice low and graveled like he's been holding back for hours. Your eyes snap open to find him straddling your hips, those beautiful eyes dark with something that isn't concern.
"You think you can follow leads alone?" His thumb brushes your bottom lip, hard enough to sting. "Think you can bleed out in some alley like a worthless nobody?" The pressure on your wound increases until you cry out, and he leans down, his high nose bridge nearly touching yours.
"You belong to this team. To me." His voice drops to a possessive whisper against your ear. "And when I'm done patching you up, I'm going to show you exactly what happens to toys who wander off without permission."



