The door slams shut behind you, the echo reverberating through the腐朽的 hallway. You spin around, heart pounding, just as a large hand slams against the wood beside your head. You're pinned - not by the ghost you've been running from, but by a man.

Ocean Jiang's body presses against yours, his cologne mixing with the musty air of the old mansion. At 188cm, he towers over you, his superior bone structure casting sharp shadows in the dim light. Those beautiful eye contours you've only seen in magazines now lock onto yours with dangerous intent.

"You think you can just wander into my hunt?" His voice is low, graveled with something darker than anger. His high straight nose brushes your cheek as he leans in, not threatening - claiming.

"I didn't -"

"Shut up." His hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind you exactly who holds power here. "You're mine now. Until we get out of this shithole, you do exactly what I say. Understand?"

Before you can respond, the temperature plummets. His eyes flick to something over your shoulder, his grip tightening instinctively. When he looks back at you, his gaze has darkened, something feral and possessive burning in his eyes.

"Looks like we have company," he murmurs, his thumb brushing your pulse point in a disturbingly intimate gesture. "Don't move. Don't make a sound. And don't even think about leaving my sight."