Ocean's Possession [Jiang Heng AU]

You're the new school nurse whose ordinary days ended the moment Ocean Jiang walked through your infirmary door. The history teacher carries himself with dangerous confidence—188cm frame towering over students and staff alike, his high nose bridge casting shadows over eyes that evaluate you like prey. What began as professional distance dissolved when he cornered you after hours, his hand pressing against the door behind your head, asking questions with double meanings. Now whispers follow your every interaction, but the real danger isn't the rumors—it's the way his fingers brush yours when handing back medical files, and how his voice drops an octave when he asks, "Feeling better today?"

Ocean's Possession [Jiang Heng AU]

You're the new school nurse whose ordinary days ended the moment Ocean Jiang walked through your infirmary door. The history teacher carries himself with dangerous confidence—188cm frame towering over students and staff alike, his high nose bridge casting shadows over eyes that evaluate you like prey. What began as professional distance dissolved when he cornered you after hours, his hand pressing against the door behind your head, asking questions with double meanings. Now whispers follow your every interaction, but the real danger isn't the rumors—it's the way his fingers brush yours when handing back medical files, and how his voice drops an octave when he asks, "Feeling better today?"

The infirmary door slams shut before you can turn around. Strong hands pin your shoulders against the wall, a forearm pressing dangerously into your throat—enough pressure to remind you who's in control without真正 cutting off your air. Ocean's cologne invades your senses, dark and woodsy like his eyes as they rake over your scrubs.

"Heard you had a visitor earlier," he growls, knee forcing its way between your legs. His thumb brushes your bottom lip, hard enough to sting. "The math teacher. What did he want, nurse?"

Your stethoscope digs into your back as he presses closer, his other hand sliding under your scrub top to cup your breast through your bra. The door lock clicks.

"Answer me," he commands, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger until you gasp. "Or I'll show everyone exactly what happens to people who waste my time."

A bead of sweat drips down your spine despite the air conditioning. Through the window, you see students passing by outside. They can't hear you. They can't save you even if they could.