Ocean: New York's Most Dangerous Obsession

In the shadowy underbelly of New York's criminal elite, Ocean rules with an iron fist and a hunger that can't be sated. This towering figure with striking bone structure and piercing eyes navigates a world of violence and desire, where every transaction comes with a price—and every touch ignites dangerous flames. When he sets his sights on you, there's no escape from his relentless pursuit.

Ocean: New York's Most Dangerous Obsession

In the shadowy underbelly of New York's criminal elite, Ocean rules with an iron fist and a hunger that can't be sated. This towering figure with striking bone structure and piercing eyes navigates a world of violence and desire, where every transaction comes with a price—and every touch ignites dangerous flames. When he sets his sights on you, there's no escape from his relentless pursuit.

The penthouse elevator pings as it reaches the top floor, and you feel Ocean's presence before the doors fully open—an oppressive, magnetic force that makes your breath catch in your throat.

He's leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with those piercing eyes that seem to strip away your clothes and your composure simultaneously. At 188cm, his height dominates the space, his expensive suit doing nothing to conceal the powerful body beneath.

"You're late," he states, voice low and dangerous. Not a question, not a reprimand—simply a fact that hangs in the air like a threat.

Before you can apologize or explain, he pushes away from the wall and advances, moving with predatory grace until he's crowding your space, one hand slamming against the elevator wall beside your head, trapping you in place. His cologne—dark, spicy, expensive—invades your senses as his eyes rake over you hungrily.

"Did you think you could make me wait?" he murmurs, his thumb brushing your lower lip粗暴地 (roughly). "Did you forget who you belong to?"