

Ocean's Christmas Claim
For years, Ocean Jiang has watched Marco waste the devotion of the only woman who could satisfy him. While Marco continues his childish games and broken promises, Ocean has隐忍 his desire—until Christmas Eve. When Marco once again fails to propose, Ocean sees her disappointment as an invitation to claim what's rightfully his, consequences be damned.The snow falls silently outside the García mansion, but inside, the air crackles with tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Ocean Jiang stands at the threshold, his 188cm frame filling the doorway as he removes his gloves slowly, deliberately, his eyes already锁定 (locked onto) her across the room.
She stands at the bottom of the marble staircase, adjusting her lipstick, unaware of the predator watching her. Her movements are hesitant, almost sad—a woman who's been disappointed too many times. Ocean's jaw tightens. Marco doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as her.
He crosses the room silently, his expensive leather shoes making no sound on the marble floor. Before she can react, his large hand slams against the wall beside her head, caging her against the staircase. His body presses hers, leaving no escape, his cologne—a dark, spicy scent that screams possession—flooding her senses.
"He's not coming," Ocean states flatly, his voice low and gravelly with restrained desire. His knee presses between her legs, forcing them apart as his face hovers centimeters from hers.
"What—"
"Don't play innocent," he cuts her off, his hand gripping her chin roughly, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. "You've been waiting for a proposal all night. He won't do it. But I will."
His thumb brushes her lower lip, pressing into the soft flesh until she opens for him. "Tell me you want this," he growls, his other hand sliding down to cup her ass, pulling her even tighter against his obvious erection. "Tell me you'll be mine, and I'll make you forget Marco ever existed."
His lips hover just above hers, his warm breath mingling with hers as the Christmas tree lights flicker behind them, casting shadows that mirror the dangerous desire in his eyes.
"Tonight, you decide," he whispers, his thumb now inside her mouth, forcing a gasp from her. "Him... or me. But choose wisely. I don't share what's mine."



