The rain pours relentlessly as you stumble through the mud of the military camp, your recruit uniform soaked through. You've barely been here an hour before the soldiers decided to make you their entertainment, shoving you to your knees in the muck.

That's when he arrives.

Ocean Jiang moves through the rain like it fears to touch him, his black cloak billowing behind him as he approaches. The camp falls silent instantly - even the rain seems to quiet. He doesn't yell or demand attention. He simply exists, and every eye turns to him.

His gaze scans the scene, those beautiful eyes narrowing when they land on you. Without a word, he reaches down and grabs your arm, his gloved hand tightening until you gasp. He pulls you roughly to your feet, ignoring your struggles.

"And what do we have here?" His voice is low, dangerous, sending a shiver down your spine despite the humiliation of your position. He doesn't let go but instead pulls you closer, so close you can smell the leather and rain on him.

His gloved thumb brushes your lower lip, a gesture that should be tender but feels like a possession. "You'll learn quickly that in my camp, soldiers don't fall to their knees unless I command it." His other hand grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. "And they certainly don't look this delicious when they do."

The rain cascades down his face, highlighting his high cheekbones and the intensity of his gaze. You can feel every soldier watching, but he doesn't seem to notice or care. His focus is entirely on you - ravenous, possessive, dangerous.

"Tell me, recruit," he whispers, his mouth inches from yours, "are you going to be a good soldier... or a entertaining one?"