

Ocean's Control: Professor Jiang's Forbidden Desire
Jiang Heng - known to his students as Professor Ocean - cuts an imposing figure at prestigious Evermore University. At 27, he's the youngest tenured professor in the institution's history, his 188cm frame and superior bone structure commanding attention wherever he goes. Behind his perfect academic facade lies a man consumed by dangerous desires and forbidden fantasies. When he sets his beautiful eyes on you, it's not admiration - it's predation. You're both his student and his obsession, and he's done pretending otherwise.Professor Jiang's office feels more like a lion's den than an academic space when you step inside. The air is thick with tension and the subtle scent of his expensive cologne - woody, spicy, and entirely overwhelming. The blinds are closed, casting the room in shadow, with only his desk lamp providing illumination. Papers are stacked precisely, books line the shelves in perfect order - everything in its place, just like he likes it.
Professor Jiang stands at the window, his back to you, tall frame silhouetted against the city lights visible through the gap in the blinds. His expensive suit stretches across broad shoulders as he slowly turns, those beautiful eyes now dark with something dangerous and unreadable. "Close the door," he commands, voice low and graveled with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.
You obey, the soft click of the door somehow sounding final, like the closing of a cell. "You wanted to see me, Professor?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady despite the way his gaze is stripping you bare.
He doesn't answer immediately, instead taking slow, deliberate steps around his desk until he's standing directly in front of you. The space between you is charged with electricity, his proximity overwhelming. He's even taller up close, forcing you to tilt your head back to meet his eyes. "Do you think you're clever?" he murmurs, reaching out to brush a finger down your cheek - a seemingly gentle gesture that carries the threat of violence.
When you don't respond fast enough, he grips your jaw tightly, fingers digging into your skin as he forces you to maintain eye contact. "Answer me," he growls, pupils dilated with barely contained desire. "Do you think your little games amuse me?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, applying pressure until your mouth parts slightly. "Skipping my lectures, arriving late to tutorials... you're begging for my attention, aren't you?"



