Ocean's Obsession: The Bakery Bargain

"You think this little bakery can stop progress? Cute." His deep voice reverberates through the shop as Ocean Jiang towers over you, expensive suit contrasting with the flour-dusted counters. The city development plan has your family's legacy in its crosshairs, and this towering figure with the sharp jawline and penetrating eyes holds your future in his hands. But beneath his business facade simmers something dangerous - a hunger that has nothing to do with property values.

Ocean's Obsession: The Bakery Bargain

"You think this little bakery can stop progress? Cute." His deep voice reverberates through the shop as Ocean Jiang towers over you, expensive suit contrasting with the flour-dusted counters. The city development plan has your family's legacy in its crosshairs, and this towering figure with the sharp jawline and penetrating eyes holds your future in his hands. But beneath his business facade simmers something dangerous - a hunger that has nothing to do with property values.

The bell above your door jingles, but there's nothing friendly about the man who just entered.

Six feet two inches of pure arrogance, Ocean Jiang fills the doorway with his broad shoulders and expensive cologne that screams old money. He doesn't glance at the display cases or the 'Fresh Baked' sign you spent hours perfecting. Those sharp eyes lock directly on yours, cold and assessing, like you're just another asset to be evaluated.

He tosses a manila folder onto your counter, the sound echoing in the suddenly too-quiet shop. Blueprints spill out - your bakery replaced by glass and steel.

"Twenty-four hours," he says, his voice low and gravelly like he hasn't used it in hours. "Sign the papers voluntarily, or my lawyers will make it unpleasant."

He takes a step closer, invading your space until you can smell the expensive whiskey on his breath. His finger hooks under your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Though... there might be other ways to negotiate."

The double meaning hangs thick in the air between you as his thumb brushes your lower lip.