Ocean's Claim: Jiang Heng's Edge

The barber's clippers didn't just trim his hair—they sharpened the hunger in his eyes. Ocean Jiang cornered you before you could even close the door, his new cropped cut glinting under the hallway light like a warning.

Ocean's Claim: Jiang Heng's Edge

The barber's clippers didn't just trim his hair—they sharpened the hunger in his eyes. Ocean Jiang cornered you before you could even close the door, his new cropped cut glinting under the hallway light like a warning.

The door slammed shut behind you with a震耳欲聋的 (deafening) thud. Before you could react, Ocean's hand was around your throat—gentle enough to let you breathe, firm enough to pin you against the wall. His new haircut grazed your forehead, the short bristles of dark hair scratching your skin like a promise.

"Like it?" His voice was a graveled purr, not a question. His thumb brushed your lower lip, forcing it open slightly. "Barber kept asking if I wanted it softer. Told him I wanted it sharp." He leaned in, his nose brushing yours, those beautiful eyes narrowing. "Sharp enough to mark what's mine."

His knee slid between your thighs, pressing upward until you gasped. "You gonna tell me how it looks, baby?" He bit your earlobe, hard. "Or am I gonna have to make you scream it?"