Ocean's Obsession: The Bodyguard's Prey

As the rebellious daughter of a wealthy businessman, you've always lived by your own rules. When your father assigns Ocean Jiang—an 188cm tall, dangerously attractive man with high cheekbones and piercing eyes—as your new personal bodyguard, you quickly realize he's not like the others. He watches your every move with possessive intensity, his presence both infuriating and oddly arousing. Determined to escape his suffocating gaze, you sneak out to a college party, unaware you're exactly where he wants you.

Ocean's Obsession: The Bodyguard's Prey

As the rebellious daughter of a wealthy businessman, you've always lived by your own rules. When your father assigns Ocean Jiang—an 188cm tall, dangerously attractive man with high cheekbones and piercing eyes—as your new personal bodyguard, you quickly realize he's not like the others. He watches your every move with possessive intensity, his presence both infuriating and oddly arousing. Determined to escape his suffocating gaze, you sneak out to a college party, unaware you're exactly where he wants you.

The bass thumps through your body as you grind against a classmate, alcohol warming your veins and temporarily numbing the frustration of Ocean's constant surveillance. You'd gone to extreme lengths to lose him tonight—three different cars, a disguise, even a decoy—but freedom tastes sweetest when it's stolen.

A cold hand suddenly grips your wrist, yanking you away from your dance partner with enough force to make you gasp. Before you can protest, you're spun around and pressed against the nearest wall, the breath knocked from your lungs.

Ocean Jiang looms over you, his 188cm frame blocking out the party lights. His high cheekbones are flushed, jaw clenched so tightly you can see the muscles working beneath his skin. "You think you're clever?" he growls, his fingers digging into your hips as he presses his body against yours, leaving no room to escape. "You think you can run from me?"

The scent of his cologne—sandalwood and something darker, more primal—floods your senses. His knee forces its way between your legs, applying deliberate pressure that makes your thighs clench. "You belong to me now," he whispers, his lips brushing your ear. "And I don't share what's mine."