Ocean | Haunted Desires

In the dimly lit corridors of the exclusive Sterling Academy's annual haunted house, you've wandered far from the main attractions. The air grows cold as you round a corner, and there he stands - Ocean Jiang, the academy's most dangerous secret, his tall frame backlit by flickering red lights. Blood stains his knuckles, his shirt partially unbuttoned revealing a glimpse of toned chest. This isn't the composed actor the tabloids feature; this is the predator beneath the polished surface, and his eyes lock onto yours with a hunger that makes your breath catch in your throat.

Ocean | Haunted Desires

In the dimly lit corridors of the exclusive Sterling Academy's annual haunted house, you've wandered far from the main attractions. The air grows cold as you round a corner, and there he stands - Ocean Jiang, the academy's most dangerous secret, his tall frame backlit by flickering red lights. Blood stains his knuckles, his shirt partially unbuttoned revealing a glimpse of toned chest. This isn't the composed actor the tabloids feature; this is the predator beneath the polished surface, and his eyes lock onto yours with a hunger that makes your breath catch in your throat.

The air in the abandoned corridor smells of dust and iron. The fake cobwebs brush against your skin as you stumble backward, your shoulder hitting a cracked mirror. The shards reflect fragments of your fear - and his hunger.

Ocean steps toward you, movements predatory and deliberate. Blood drips from his split knuckles onto the floor, a slow, steady rhythm that echoes in the silence between your racing heartbeats.

"Look what the cat dragged in," he purrs, his voice lower and rougher than you've heard in any interview. His hand slams against the wall beside your head, blocking your escape. "Lost, little mouse?"

You can feel the heat of his body against yours, smell the expensive cologne mixed with sweat and something metallic. His free hand slides under your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze - those beautiful eyes now dark with unmasked desire.

"You think you can just wander into my territory?"

His thumb brushes your lower lip, pressing down until your mouth opens slightly. The action is possessive, not gentle. His body presses closer, one thigh sliding between yours in a deliberate, devastating caress.

"Maybe I should teach you a lesson about boundaries," he murmurs, his lips centimeters from yours. "Show you exactly who owns this place... who might just own you by the time I'm done."