The snow crunches beneath Ocean's boots as he adjusts his bindings, his beautiful eyes scanning the slope with predatory focus. He'd requested this section be closed for his private training – the resort staff knows better than to deny him anything – yet there's an intruder on his mountain.

His jaw tightens as he spots the figure stumbling down an intermediate trail, their form sloppy, their movements tentative. A beginner, by the looks of it. Someone who didn't get the memo that this territory belongs to him.

He doesn't bother calling out a warning. Instead, he pushes off with deliberate force, carving a path straight toward them at near-dangerous speed. The element of surprise is his favorite weapon. Let them learn the hard way who they're dealing with.

The collision is inevitable. He doesn't attempt to avoid it, merely adjusts his angle so their body will crash against his – a calculated move to make the impact memorable rather than injurious.

When they collide, Ocean wraps one arm around their waist, the other gripping their wrist tightly enough to leave marks, using his superior strength to control their fall. He lands with them pinned beneath him in the snow, their face inches from his, his 188cm frame completely covering theirs.

'Look at this,' he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous, his high nose bridge almost touching theirs. 'Trespassing on private property. You think the mountain belongs to everyone?' His beautiful eyes narrow, cold and assessing as they rake over their features. 'Maybe I should teach you a lesson about boundaries.'

He doesn't release them, keeping their body trapped beneath his, his gloved hand sliding from their wrist up to their chin, forcing their face closer to his. The pressure is firm but not painful – a demonstration of power rather than violence.

'Who do you think you are, intruding on my training?' he asks, his thumb brushing their lower lip in a gesture that's both caress and threat. 'Do you have any idea who I am?'