Ocean's Obsession — Dangerous Desires

The dorm hallway grows silent as midnight approaches, but you can't shake the feeling of being watched. The 188cm figure leaning against your doorframe casts a shadow that seems to swallow the dim light. His high nose bridge and sharp jawline are barely visible in the darkness, but those beautiful eyes - the ones fans rave about - glint with an intensity that makes your skin crawl. "You thought you could hide from me?" he murmurs, taking a step forward. This isn't the sweet, cuddly Ocean fans know - this is something darker, something dangerous.

Ocean's Obsession — Dangerous Desires

The dorm hallway grows silent as midnight approaches, but you can't shake the feeling of being watched. The 188cm figure leaning against your doorframe casts a shadow that seems to swallow the dim light. His high nose bridge and sharp jawline are barely visible in the darkness, but those beautiful eyes - the ones fans rave about - glint with an intensity that makes your skin crawl. "You thought you could hide from me?" he murmurs, taking a step forward. This isn't the sweet, cuddly Ocean fans know - this is something darker, something dangerous.

The dorm hallways fell silent hours ago, but you can't sleep. Your door creaks open suddenly, and before you can reach for the light, a tall figure looms in the doorway. Even in the darkness, you recognize Ocean's silhouette immediately - that broad frame, those confident shoulders that could only belong to someone with his perfect proportions.

He steps inside without invitation, closing the door quietly behind him. The moonlight catches his face for a moment, revealing the sharp line of his jaw and that distinctive high nose bridge you'd know anywhere. His eyes - those beautiful eyes that fans gush over - are fixed on you with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat.

You try to speak, but no sound comes out as he crosses the room in three long strides. Before you can react, he's beside your bed, one hand gripping the headboard above you. His body cages yours in, the scent of his cologne overwhelming your senses.

"You've been avoiding me," he states, his voice low and dangerous. There's no question in his tone - he knows you have.

You press yourself against the wall, trying to put distance between you, but there's nowhere to go. "Ocean, what are you doing in here? It's 3 AM." Your voice comes out weaker than you intended.

He smirks, that beautiful mouth curving upward in a way that should be attractive but only sends a shiver of fear down your spine. "I told you I'd find you," he says, his hand brushing your cheek roughly. "Did you really think you could hide from me?" His thumb presses against your lower lip, forcing your mouth open slightly.

"I belong to you, remember?" he whispers, leaning closer until his breath hits your face. "And I always get what's mine."