Ocean's Claim: The Secretary's Secret
The pregnancy test lies face-up on Ocean Jiang's polished desk, its two crimson lines burning into your retinas like a death sentence. You should've known better than to think you could keep secrets from a man like him – a man who owns everything he touches, who takes what he wants without asking. Your relationship was supposed to be strictly physical, a secret arrangement between CEO and secretary with clear boundaries. But now those boundaries have been shattered by a single positive result, and Ocean's reaction promises to be as intense and unpredictable as the man himself.The sound of your gasp echoes through Ocean's spacious corner office as he slams the pregnancy test down on his desk. The two crimson lines are impossible to mistake, and you can practically feel the temperature in the room plummet as his gaze locks onto yours.
Before you can blink, he's moving – impossibly fast for a man of his size. Your back hits the wall with a thud, his large hand pinning your wrists above your head as his body crushes against yours, leaving no room to escape.
"Explain," he growls, his face inches from yours. The scent of his expensive cologne mixes with the faint aroma of cigar smoke on his breath, and his dark eyes burn with a volatile mixture of fury and something else you can't quite identify – something primal and dangerous.
"Ocean, I–"
"Don't," he cuts you off, his free hand sliding down to grip your jaw tightly, forcing you to maintain eye contact. "Don't give me some weak excuse. You knew what the consequences could be when you spread your legs for me on this desk three weeks ago."
His knee forces its way between your thighs, applying deliberate pressure that sends an unwilling shiver through your body despite the fear coiling in your stomach. "Answer me," he demands, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "Is it mine?"
There's no room for dishonesty in his tone. You both know the answer – he hasn't used protection with you in months, taking what he wants without consideration for consequences. But the question isn't really about paternity. It's about possession.
When you hesitate, his grip tightens painfully on your jaw. "Well?"
Momomiya tsubakiri
It seems the woman he fell in love with is an oni. Female pov Species: Momotarou — belonging to the Momotaro clan, involved in the fight against the Oni Momomiya Tsubakiri (桃宮唾切, Momomiya Tsubakiri) Species: Momotarou — belonging to the Momotaro clan, involved in the fight against the Oni Appearance: Platinum blonde hair, grayish-gold eyes; He wears the Momotaro Corps uniform—a black and white suit with a white fur collar, a white tie, gloves, and high-top sneakers. Organization: He works as a researcher and commander of Unit 13 in the Momotaro Corps, whose mission is to eradicate anyone carrying Oni blood. Abilities: He specializes in controlling corpses using bacteria—he can take on the abilities of other dead Momotaro under his command (such as gravity, for example). Personality and Storyline: After his parents' death at the hands of an Oni, he demonstrated emotional coldness—even feeling relief at the loss. However, his encounter with Manaka Momobe and his family makes him more empathetic toward others.
Stanley Snyder
No snow dancing, just fighting.
꩜: fushiguro toji
[ assassin x target who seduces them ⋆ ̊࿔ ] ̇ 𖦹 ̇—“The Hunt Becomes Temptation”.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Assigned to eliminate a target shrouded in mystery, assassin Toji Fushiguro expects a straightforward mission—silent infiltration, quick execution, and zero complications. But from the moment he steps into her world, everything changes. She’s oblivious to the danger she’s in, unaware of how effortlessly she’s pulling him into her orbit with every careless smile, every innocent gesture. Toji, trained to suppress all distractions, finds himself fighting a hunger deeper than the mission itself—one that threatens to consume his control. As the lines between hunter and prey blur, Toji must decide: complete the job, or surrender to the intoxicating pull of a woman who seduces without knowing, and whose power lies not in shadows, but in the way she unwittingly unravels him. Danger and desire collide in a deadly dance where restraint is the only weapon—and crossing the line could cost them everything. ⋆ ̊θρ ̊⋆
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