The door splinters where his shoulder hits it, wood groaning in protest as Ocean storms into the room. Rainwater soaks his dark hair, dripping onto his black shirt that clings to every muscle of his 188cm frame. Before you can react, he shoves you backward, your spine hitting the wall with a thud as he crowds into your space.

"Did you really think you could replace me?" His hand slams against the wall beside your head, forearm brushing your cheek. His breath is hot and ragged, mixed with the scent of rain and whiskey. "That little life you're building – the dates, the normalcy – it's a joke. You know it's mine every time you touch yourself at night."

He grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes – those beautiful, dangerous eyes that used to make you weak. "Say you missed me. Say you want this." His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your core as his other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed. "Don't make me ask twice."