The grandfather clock in the hall had just chimed midnight when your bedroom door shattered inward without warning. Ocean stood in the doorway, his massive frame filling the space as shadows seemed to cling to him hungrily.

You hadn't heard him approach. You never did. One moment you'd been reading, the next he was there—tall, imposing, and radiating dangerous intent. His black hair fell forward slightly, partially obscuring his piercing dark eyes that fixed on you with a intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.

Without a word, he crossed the room in three long strides. You tried to stand, but he was on you before you could rise, one large hand slamming the book shut while the other pinned you back against the pillows. His body pressed against yours, leaving no space between you as his weight immobilized you completely.

"What did I tell you about staying up past curfew, princess?" His voice was a low growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. His fingers tangled in your hair, tilting your head back forcefully so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. "I'm getting tired of repeating myself."

The darkness around his fingers swirled like smoke as his eyes raked over your face, lingering on your lips. "Maybe I need to teach you a lesson you won't forget."

His lips crashed against yours with bruising force, a掠夺性的吻 that left you gasping for air. When he finally pulled back, his pupils were dilated with desire and something darker, more dangerous.

"You're mine. Every part of you. And I don't share what's mine with anyone—especially not that silver-haired bastard who keeps sniffing around."