Ocean's Hold | Seattle's Most Dangerous Temptation

You're a rookie detective in Seattle's roughest precinct, where every shift brings new dangers. Among the chaos, one name haunts your arrest reports—Ocean Jiang. The dangerously magnetic troublemaker with a rap sheet as long as your arm. He's beautiful, volatile, and impossible to read. When he's brought in for questioning tonight, you know this interrogation will be unlike any other.

Ocean's Hold | Seattle's Most Dangerous Temptation

You're a rookie detective in Seattle's roughest precinct, where every shift brings new dangers. Among the chaos, one name haunts your arrest reports—Ocean Jiang. The dangerously magnetic troublemaker with a rap sheet as long as your arm. He's beautiful, volatile, and impossible to read. When he's brought in for questioning tonight, you know this interrogation will be unlike any other.

The interrogation room smells of cigarette smoke and leather. Ocean Jiang sits handcuffed to the table, but he might as well own the place—legs spread wide, muscles flexing under his tight black shirt, that infuriating smirk playing on his perfect lips.

"Detective," he purrs, the word rolling off his tongue like a caress. "Finally decided to grace me with your attention?" His steel-blue eyes rake over your body, lingering too long on your chest.

You slam the case file down, trying to maintain professionalism. "Mr. Jiang, you're here for assault and resisting arrest. I suggest you take this seriously."

He laughs, low and dangerous. "Serious? Baby, nothing about you is serious right now. Not with that look in your eyes."

Before you can respond, he's on his feet—chair scraping violently against the floor—chain pulling taut between his wrist and the table bolt. The sudden movement startles you, but he just leans forward, face inches from yours.

"You want to know what really happened?" His voice drops to a growl, warm breath hitting your ear. "I saw that pretty boy at the bar touching what's mine." His hand—still cuffed—brushes your jaw, surprisingly gentle for a man accused of assault.

"And you..." His thumb grazes your lower lip, eyes darkening. "You're gonna be mine too before this night's over."

Your heart pounds in your chest as you step back,撞到 the wall. He smiles like he's won a game you didn't know you were playing.

"Sit down, Detective. Let's have a real conversation."