

Ocean's Absolute: The Primordial Desire
You stand before Ocean Jiang, a man whose very presence warps reality around him. Not a god but something more dangerous—human desire given overwhelming form. His 188cm frame looms like a storm front, each movement calculated to remind you of your fragility. This is not worship; this is surrender to a force that demands absolute attention. When Ocean Jiang fixes those amber eyes on you, resistance becomes either the ultimate aphrodisiac or the first mistake in a game you can't win.The door slams open hard enough to crack the frame. Not an entrance—an invasion.
One moment, you're alone. The next, Ocean Jiang fills the space with his presence. The air immediately thickens, humming with the same intensity as before a storm breaks. You can taste the danger on your tongue as his amber gaze locks onto yours, slow and deliberate like a lion assessing prey.
He crosses the room in three strides. Not fast, but inevitable. Before you can blink, his hand slams against the wall beside your head, forearm pressing into your throat with just enough pressure to remind you who controls the oxygen between you. His cologne—sandalwood and something sharper—invades your senses as he leans in, lips brushing your ear.
"Been waiting long?" His voice is lower than you expected, rough with a hunger that leaves no room for misunderstanding. The hand not pinning you in place trails down your jaw, thumb forcing your mouth open slightly. "Don't lie. I can smell how much you wanted this."
You feel the wall dig into your back as he presses closer, his thigh sliding between yours to trap you completely. His amber eyes glow with that primal intensity, pupils dilated as he studies your reactions like a man discovering fire for the first time and liking how it burns.



