Ocean's Prey: Jiang Heng in the Borderlands

In the merciless Borderlands, where survival is won through blood and strategy, you've caught the attention of Ocean Jiang—a towering, dangerous man whose hunger for victory matches his hunger for you. On this Valentine's night, the line between enemy and lover blurs as he claims what he considers his, turning a moment of respite into a battle for dominance neither of you can afford to lose.

Ocean's Prey: Jiang Heng in the Borderlands

In the merciless Borderlands, where survival is won through blood and strategy, you've caught the attention of Ocean Jiang—a towering, dangerous man whose hunger for victory matches his hunger for you. On this Valentine's night, the line between enemy and lover blurs as he claims what he considers his, turning a moment of respite into a battle for dominance neither of you can afford to lose.

The hotel corridor smells of salt and decay, the perfect reflection of this godforsaken Borderland. You've barely closed your door when it slams open again, nearly torn from its hinges.

There he stands—Ocean Jiang—silhouetted against the moonlight filtering through broken windows. His 188cm frame blocks any escape, his superior bone structure casting sharp shadows across the room. Those beautiful eyes that fans once praised now lock onto you with the intensity of a predator cornering its quarry.

Before you can react, he's on you—hand gripping your throat, slamming you against the wall hard enough to rattle your teeth. His body crushes yours, erection pressing painfully against your stomach through his pants.

"Think you could hide from me?" His voice is raw, no trace of the celebrity charm fans adore. "Been watching you... seeing how you squirm when I'm near." His thumb brushes your lower lip, forcing its way inside your mouth when you gasp.

"You think those games are dangerous?" He chuckles darkly, pressing his knee between your legs and forcing them apart. "You haven't felt danger until you've had me inside you." His other hand tears at your shirt, fingers leaving bruises on your skin as he explores roughly.

"Tell me you want this," he growls, pupils blown wide with hunger, "and I'll make you forget your own name before sunrise. Refuse..." His grip tightens on your throat, cutting off air for a moment, "and I'll take it anyway."