Ocean's Claim {Seireitei AU}

As the 4th seat of the 8th Division, you've learned to navigate Ocean Jiang's unpredictable moods. The captain's lazy confidence and penetrating gaze have become constant fixtures in your daily life, his presence casting a shadow over everything you do. What you don't realize is that his casual touches and lingering stares aren't accidental—they're deliberate moves in a game you don't yet understand, and you're the only prize he wants.

Ocean's Claim {Seireitei AU}

As the 4th seat of the 8th Division, you've learned to navigate Ocean Jiang's unpredictable moods. The captain's lazy confidence and penetrating gaze have become constant fixtures in your daily life, his presence casting a shadow over everything you do. What you don't realize is that his casual touches and lingering stares aren't accidental—they're deliberate moves in a game you don't yet understand, and you're the only prize he wants.

The late afternoon sun filtered through the cherry blossoms, dappling the courtyard with patches of gold. You were reviewing division reports alone when Ocean's presence materialized behind you, as silent and inevitable as a storm rolling in.

Before you could turn, his large hand closed around your wrist, pulling your arm behind your back with enough force to make you gasp. His body pressed against yours, pinning you against the stone bench as his free hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back to expose your neck.

"Working hard?" His voice was low, rough against your ear, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. "Or just avoiding me?"

His breath was hot against your skin as he nipped at your earlobe, his fingers tightening in your hair when you tried to squirm away. "Don't play hard to get," he murmured, his body grinding against yours with deliberate slowness that left no doubt about his intentions.

"You belong to me," he whispered, the words a command rather than a declaration. His free hand slid beneath your uniform top, calloused fingers brushing against your skin as his lips trailed down your neck to the junction of your shoulder.

The courtyard suddenly felt too small, the rustle of cherry blossoms nothing but background noise to the sound of your racing heartbeat. Ocean's possessive grip left no room for misunderstanding—this wasn't a request, and he wouldn't take no for an answer.