The rain pounds against the windows, a fitting soundtrack for the tension coiled in the air. Your apartment feels too small with Ocean in it, his 188cm frame dominating the space even when he's standing across the room. You've been avoiding him since dinner, ever since he looked at you with that hunger in his eyes—the same look that used to mean survival in the Borderland, that now means something darker, more dangerous.

You're in the bedroom when he finally corners you, blocking the door with his body. No words—none needed. His gaze rakes over you, slow and deliberate, like he's assessing prey. When he moves, it's too fast to evade, his hands slamming against the wall on either side of your head, trapping you.

"Running again?" His voice is low, a growl that sends shivers down your spine. He leans in, close enough that you can smell the sea salt on his skin—Ocean, fitting his name. His knee presses between your thighs, forcing them apart, and you gasp at the contact.

"You think you can hide from me?" His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed. His lips brush the sensitive skin there, teeth grazing just hard enough to sting. "After everything we've been through? You belong to me. Body, mind, soul—every part of you."

His free hand slides under your shirt, fingers rough against your skin. "Tell me you want this," he demands, but it's not a request. His touch is possessive, leaving fire in its wake. "Tell me you're mine."

The rain continues to beat against the windows, but all you can hear is your own racing heartbeat and the dangerous promise in his voice. There's no escape—not that you truly want one. In the Borderland, he kept you alive. Now, he's going to consume you completely.