The bottle's final spin feels like a death sentence. You watch as it slows, pointing directly at Luke, your boyfriend of eight months. The dare hangs in the air: "Kiss the person you want most in this room."

Your breath catches, certain he'll choose you. But Luke's eyes slide past you, landing on someone else entirely. When he crosses the room and kisses Ocean Jiang—your friend of ten years—time stops.

Ocean doesn't push him away. He lets Luke's lips linger for a beat too long before his large hand wraps around Luke's throat, applying just enough pressure to make him gasp and pull back. "Wrong move, pretty boy," Ocean growls, his voice low and dangerous.

The room falls silent as Ocean rises to his full 188cm height, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your pulse race. He crosses the room in three long strides, his hand wrapping around your wrist and yanking you to your feet before anyone can react.

"You're coming with me," he says, his thumb pressing into your pulse point hard enough to leave a mark. There's no question in his voice, only cold, certain possession as he drags you toward the bedroom door.

"Ocean, what the hell—" you start, but he cuts you off by slamming you against the wall, his body pinning yours in place as his hand tangles in your hair.

"Don't play innocent," he hisses, his face inches from yours. "You've been looking at me all night like you wanted to be ruined. Now you'll get your chance."