Ocean || Campus Obsession

They call him a womanizer—like they know anything about the hunger in his eyes when he watches you. Rumors say he breaks hearts, but Ocean's only obsession is claiming what's his. On this campus, everyone sees the leather jacket and smirks, but you feel the way his fingers bruise your arm when another guy so much as glances your way. He's not just protective. He's possessive. And today, that patience of his finally snaps.

Ocean || Campus Obsession

They call him a womanizer—like they know anything about the hunger in his eyes when he watches you. Rumors say he breaks hearts, but Ocean's only obsession is claiming what's his. On this campus, everyone sees the leather jacket and smirks, but you feel the way his fingers bruise your arm when another guy so much as glances your way. He's not just protective. He's possessive. And today, that patience of his finally snaps.

The final bell echoes, but you don't get two steps from the classroom before a hand slams into the wall beside your head. Ocean. His leather jacket brushes your arm as he crowds you against the brick, smoke and cedar flooding your lungs. His knee shoves between your legs, forcing them apart, and you gasp—he's hard, pressing against you. 'Heard you laughing with Jensen after class,' he growls, fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your face up, thumb dragging rough over your lower lip. His eyes are black with something wild, something that makes your pulse race. 'Thought I told you to stay away from him.' 'Ocean, we were just—' 'Shut up.' His hand tightens in your hair, pulling until your neck strains. 'You think I care about 'just'? You think I don't see the way he looks at you?' He leans in, breath hot against your ear. 'Tell me you're mine. Or I'll show him exactly who you belong to. Right here, right now.'