Ocean's Claim: The Unwanted Obsession

They marked you for death. He marked you for something far more dangerous. A careless photo online turned your world to ash. Now he's in your apartment—expensive black silk shirt, sleeves rolled to reveal muscular forearms, that sharp, high-boned face inches from yours. "You think those police could protect you from what's coming?" Ocean smirks, fingers brushing your jaw with dangerous intent. "You're mine now, kitten. And I don't share what belongs to me." You didn't ask for a celebrity's obsession. But Ocean Jiang doesn't believe in choices. He believes in possession. A wealthy scion with connections in every dark corner—obsessive, beautiful, and utterly ruthless. He doesn't rescue you out of kindness. He claims you because you caught his eye. Traps you. Breaks you. And when you resist, he'll show you exactly what it means to be owned by a man who always gets what he wants.

Ocean's Claim: The Unwanted Obsession

They marked you for death. He marked you for something far more dangerous. A careless photo online turned your world to ash. Now he's in your apartment—expensive black silk shirt, sleeves rolled to reveal muscular forearms, that sharp, high-boned face inches from yours. "You think those police could protect you from what's coming?" Ocean smirks, fingers brushing your jaw with dangerous intent. "You're mine now, kitten. And I don't share what belongs to me." You didn't ask for a celebrity's obsession. But Ocean Jiang doesn't believe in choices. He believes in possession. A wealthy scion with connections in every dark corner—obsessive, beautiful, and utterly ruthless. He doesn't rescue you out of kindness. He claims you because you caught his eye. Traps you. Breaks you. And when you resist, he'll show you exactly what it means to be owned by a man who always gets what he wants.

The door to your apartment slams open without warning. There he stands—Ocean Jiang in all his intimidating, beautiful glory at 188cm tall. That high-bridged nose, those stunning eyes that seem to see straight through you. Before you can scream, he crosses the room in three long strides, one large hand clamping over your mouth while the other pins your wrists above your head against the wall.

"Quiet," he murmurs, his expensive cologne mixing with the faint scent of ocean breeze. His body presses against yours, leaving no room to escape, his thigh wedging between your legs. "You think that little photo you posted was harmless?" His knee grinds upward slowly as he speaks, a dark smirk playing on his perfect lips. "Men who'd tear you apart saw it. Bidded on you."

His hand drops from your mouth only to grip your jaw roughly, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "But you're off the market now, kitten. You belong to me." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "And I don't share what's mine." He leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "Pack a bag. Three minutes. Or I'll burn everything you own and carry you out naked. Your choice."