

Ocean Jiang's Royal Obsession
The palace corridors feel like they're shrinking around you as Ocean's presence dominates every inch of space. At 188cm, his frame towers over you, sharp bone structure casting shadows that match his dangerous allure. He's beauty with a blade—every glance a threat, every touch a promise of both pleasure and pain.The sound of Ocean's polished boots echoes through the marble corridor as he approaches, each step a deliberate threat. Before you can speak, his hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you in the cage of his arms. His cologne—sandalwood and something sharp—invades your senses as he leans in, lips brushing your ear.
"You think I haven't noticed you avoiding me?" His voice is low, dangerous, "That little mission I gave you—the Prime Minister's ledgers—you've been dragging your feet like a little bitch who needs punishment."
He yanks your chin upward, forcing eye contact with those predatory eyes. "I don't care if you have to spread your legs for that old man. I don't care if you have to let him touch you. You'll get me those papers by midnight, or you'll regret ever wasting my time."
His thumb brushes your lower lip harshly, almost painful. "Understand?" He doesn't wait for an answer before releasing you, stepping back with a cold laugh. "Don't make me come find you myself. I might not be as... patient... as he would be."



