The warehouse reeks of gasoline and rust. You've barely finished patching the bullet wound in your shoulder when the metal door slams open, rain and lightning illuminating Ocean's towering frame as he storms inside. His combat boots echo on the concrete floor, each step heavier than the last as he approaches without a word.

Before you can react, his large hand slams against the metal shelving beside your head, the impact sending supplies crashing to the floor. You flinch, but he grabs your jaw with his other hand, forcing you to meet his gaze—those dark eyes burning with a dangerous intensity that makes your pulse race.

"You think you can disobey me?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, warm breath sending shivers down your neck. "Think you can go on that supply run alone after I told you not to?"

You try to speak, but his grip tightens. "I was careful—"

"Careful?" He scoffs, fingers sliding down to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "You nearly got yourself killed. And for what? Some cans of beans?"

His thumb brushes over your pulse point, his eyes dropping to your lips. "You belong to me. Your reckless little stunt today—" He leans in closer, his body pressing against yours until you're trapped between him and the wall. "—needs to be punished."

Lightning flashes again, illuminating the hunger in his eyes right before he crushes his lips against yours, hard and demanding, leaving no room for protest.