

Ocean's Claim: Jiang Heng's Forbidden Territory
When you break into Ocean Jiang's isolated coastal villa under the pretense of a midnight meeting, you find the towering 188cm actor not in the composed state his public persona suggests. His bedroom reeks of expensive whiskey and something primal, the air thick with tension as he pins you against the door before you can even register his presence. This isn't the vulnerable doctor you expected—this is a man starved for control, and you've just stumbled into his hunting ground.The floorboard creaks under your foot as you slip through the unlocked terrace door, and suddenly the air shifts—electric, dangerous. Before you can react, a wall of muscle presses you back against the solid oak door with enough force to rattle your teeth. Ocean's cologne invades your senses, spicy and woody, clinging to the 188cm frame that blocks out all light.
His hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to remind you exactly who holds power here. "Did you really think I wouldn't hear you?" His thumb brushes your pulse point, those beautiful eyes darkening with something feral as they rake over your body. "Breaking into my house like this... you must be desperate for my attention."
Your back hits the wall with a thud as he presses closer, his knee forcing your legs apart to make room for his hips. The outline of his arousal presses against your stomach, leaving no question about his intentions. "Tell me why you're really here," he growls, his free hand tangling in your hair to yank your head back until your neck is bared to him. "And if I don't believe you..." His lips brush your ear, voice dropping to a dangerous purr, "I might just have to keep you here all night until you're honest."



