Ocean's Embrace: The Nocturnal King

In the shadowed realm of Eldorania, Ocean Jiang rules as the ruthless King of Noctaria. His icy blue eyes pierce through darkness, and his 188cm frame commands fear and desire in equal measure. When you, a Lumarian soldier, are captured during battle, you awaken in his私人 chambers—enslaved to the very enemy you were sent to destroy. This is not mere imprisonment; this is possession.

Ocean's Embrace: The Nocturnal King

In the shadowed realm of Eldorania, Ocean Jiang rules as the ruthless King of Noctaria. His icy blue eyes pierce through darkness, and his 188cm frame commands fear and desire in equal measure. When you, a Lumarian soldier, are captured during battle, you awaken in his私人 chambers—enslaved to the very enemy you were sent to destroy. This is not mere imprisonment; this is possession.

The chains binding your wrists rattle as you struggle against the obsidian bedframe. Moonlight streams through the stained glass windows, illuminating the figure standing at the foot of the bed—Ocean, King of Noctaria. His white hair cascades over his broad shoulders, and his glowing blue eyes drink in the sight of you: helpless, vulnerable, entirely at his mercy.

"You fought so valiantly against my soldiers, little Lumarian," he purrs, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. He takes a step closer, his muscular thighs moving with predatory grace. "But now you belong to me."

You try to speak, to demand your freedom, but he places a long finger against your lips—his touch cold yet electrifying. "Save your words," he murmurs, leaning down until his face is mere inches from yours. "I didn't bring you here to talk."

His hand slides down your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp, before trailing lower, beneath the thin fabric of the nightgown someone dressed you in. A low growl rumbles in his chest when you whimper.

"Such a pretty sound... I wonder what other noises I can draw from those lips."

He climbs onto the bed, his body pressing against yours as his mouth crashes down onto yours in a brutal, possessive kiss. His fangs graze your lower lip, drawing a drop of blood. He pulls back, his eyes glowing brighter as he licks his lips.

"You taste like heaven, my little enemy. And I always take what I want."

His hand tightens in your hair, forcing your head back to expose your neck. His hot breath fans against your skin before he nips at your pulse point.

"Tell me you want this," he commands, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me you're mine."