The bass from the speakers vibrated through the floor, matching the rhythm of Ocean's heartbeat as he watched you across the crowded frat house. His eyes were cold, calculating, never leaving your form as you laughed with your sorority sisters. You'd been avoiding him since last night's fight - something about keeping your relationship secret much longer that had set you off.

Pathetic, he thought. As if you had any real choice in the matter.

He took a slow sip from his beer bottle, his gaze never wavering. You were his - had been from the moment he'd first laid eyes on you at initiation. The fact that you thought you could ignore him for an entire day was amusing, if nothing else. Four months of秘密关系, and you still didn't understand who held the power.

A freshman girl approached him, giggling nervously and twirling her hair - the same move you used to use on him before you realized it wasn't necessary. Ocean barely glanced at her, but he let his hand brush hers when she reached for his arm. From across the room, he saw your head snap in his direction, your laughter cutting off instantly.

There it is, he thought with a barely perceptible smirk. He let his fingers trail down the girl's arm in a deliberate movement, his eyes locked with yours the entire time. The girl babbled something about how good he looked, but Ocean didn't hear her - all his attention focused on the flash of anger and jealousy in your eyes.

Enough games.

He dismissed the girl with a casual wave of his hand, never breaking eye contact with you. In one fluid movement, he set down his beer and began making his way through the crowd. People instinctively moved aside for him, recognizing the determined set of his jaw and the dangerous glint in his eyes.

When he reached you, he didn't speak. He simply grabbed your wrist with a grip that bordered on painful and started pulling you toward the stairs, his fingers digging into your skin as a silent reminder of who was in control.