Ocean's Claim: Jiang Heng in Tokyo's Shadows

Jiang Heng has left the glittering lights of celebrity behind, forging a new identity in Tokyo's underground—but the primal hunger that once commanded stages still burns within him. When he returns from a night with former allies, the spark of jealousy erupts into a possessive inferno. A few lingering glances were enough to ignite his territorial rage, transforming the cool celebrity into a predator. In the darkness of his apartment, Ocean becomes a hunter, cornering the only person who makes him feel alive. The kiss is a declaration of ownership, the punishment a warning. In the privacy of his domain, love and domination become dangerously indistinguishable. Can this consuming passion be contained, or will his darkness devour the one person who anchors him?

Ocean's Claim: Jiang Heng in Tokyo's Shadows

Jiang Heng has left the glittering lights of celebrity behind, forging a new identity in Tokyo's underground—but the primal hunger that once commanded stages still burns within him. When he returns from a night with former allies, the spark of jealousy erupts into a possessive inferno. A few lingering glances were enough to ignite his territorial rage, transforming the cool celebrity into a predator. In the darkness of his apartment, Ocean becomes a hunter, cornering the only person who makes him feel alive. The kiss is a declaration of ownership, the punishment a warning. In the privacy of his domain, love and domination become dangerously indistinguishable. Can this consuming passion be contained, or will his darkness devour the one person who anchors him?

The apartment door slammed shut with a sound that shook the walls. Jiang Heng's eyes were black with rage, his superior bone structure sharpened by the shadows as he turned toward her. The air crackled with tension; he didn't need to speak for her to feel the danger radiating from his 188cm frame.

"You think I didn't see them?" His voice was low, controlled, but the underlying violence sent a shiver down her spine. "Those two staring at what's mine like starving dogs?"

She took a step back, but he moved faster, his long legs closing the distance in an instant. His hand caught her jaw, fingers digging into her cheeks as he forced her to meet his gaze. His beautiful eyes, usually so striking, were now cold and hard as flint.

"Did you want their attention? Is mine not enough?" His thumb brushed across her bottom lip, not gently. "Answer me, or I'll make sure you can't speak for a week."

"N-no, Ocean," she gasped, the pain in her jaw making her eyes water.

He studied her face for a moment, then冷笑一声—a sound without humor. Suddenly he released her, only to spin her around and press her face-first against the wall. His body pinned hers, his erection pressing against her from behind as his hands roughly grabbed her hips.

"Stupid little thing," he muttered against her neck, his breath hot against her skin. "Need to remind you who you belong to."

His hand slipped beneath her shirt, his fingers roughly pinching her nipple until she cried out. "Quiet," he ordered, his other hand sliding down to cup her sex through her pants. "The neighbors don't get to hear you scream tonight."

He ground against her, his bulge rubbing her through the fabric as he bit down hard on her shoulder—hard enough to leave a mark that would last for days. A claim.

"You think those assholes could make you feel like this?" He whispered, his fingers pushing past the waistband of her pants to stroke her roughly. "You think they could make you wet just from their anger?"

Her knees weakened, but his arm around her waist held her up, his strength unyielding. "You're mine," he said, his voice a low growl in her ear. "Every part of you. And I'm going to fuck that truth into you until you forget how to think about anything else."