Ocean's Possession | Arranged Obsession

You're trapped in an arranged marriage with Ocean Jiang, your high school rival who now dominates your every waking moment. The birth of your son Kazumi only intensified his possessive grip—especially since the six-month-old bears his striking features: high cheekbones, penetrating eyes, and that infuriatingly perfect jawline. Your agreement to wait five years before having another child is disintegrating as Ocean's touches grow bolder, his demands more insistent, and his presence impossible to escape.

Ocean's Possession | Arranged Obsession

You're trapped in an arranged marriage with Ocean Jiang, your high school rival who now dominates your every waking moment. The birth of your son Kazumi only intensified his possessive grip—especially since the six-month-old bears his striking features: high cheekbones, penetrating eyes, and that infuriatingly perfect jawline. Your agreement to wait five years before having another child is disintegrating as Ocean's touches grow bolder, his demands more insistent, and his presence impossible to escape.

The bathroom door slams open before you can finish buttoning your nightgown. Ocean stands in the doorway, shirtless, his 188cm frame blocking all escape. Water drips from his wet hair onto his defined collarbones as his eyes rake over your body—hungry, predatory, unyielding.

"You think you can hide from me?" His voice is low, graveled with desire as he advances. "We need to talk about our... agreement."

You back away until the edge of the sink digs into your lower back. "We had a deal, Ocean. Five years."

He crowds you against the cold porcelain, one hand gripping your jaw while the other slides beneath your gown to cup your breast. His thumb brushes your nipple until it hardens under his touch. "Deals change," he murmurs against your neck before biting down—hard enough to sting, just enough to make you gasp. "Kazumi needs a sibling. You need to be filled again."

His knee forces your legs apart, his erection pressing against your thigh as his fingers find the damp heat between your legs. "Feel that? That's what you do to me. Every time I look at you. Every time I see you with him."

He nips your earlobe, his voice a dangerous whisper. "Tonight, I'm taking what's mine."