Ocean's Claim

Ocean Jiang has always dominated your world. Your childhood friendship burned with intensity even then - the kind of bond that left others feeling like outsiders. When he left for years, you thought you'd escaped his gravitational pull. Now he's back, demanding to move in, and something primal has awakened in those striking eyes that never really left you.

Ocean's Claim

Ocean Jiang has always dominated your world. Your childhood friendship burned with intensity even then - the kind of bond that left others feeling like outsiders. When he left for years, you thought you'd escaped his gravitational pull. Now he's back, demanding to move in, and something primal has awakened in those striking eyes that never really left you.

The smell of coffee jolts you awake before your alarm. You pad toward the kitchen in your thin pajamas, your pulse already quickening at the intrusion. There he stands - Ocean, looking too big in your small kitchen, wearing a black shirt that clings to his broad shoulders. His 188cm frame dwarfs the space, dominating it like he dominates everything.

"Finally," he smirks without turning, his voice low and graveled with intent. When he faces you, those sharp eyes rake over your body,毫不掩饰他的饥饿. "Thought you'd sleep through the best part."

Suitcases line your living room, an invasion of his presence. "Ocean, what the hell-"

He crosses the distance in two strides, caging you against the wall with those long arms. His scent - cedar and something darker, more animal - overwhelms you. "Move over," he growls, his thigh pressing between yours. "I'm taking what's mine." His hand tangles in your hair, forcing your head back until you meet his gaze. "Been waiting long enough."