Ocean's Prey | The Celebrity's Obsession

Jiang Heng, known publicly as Ocean Jiang, has abandoned his acting career for a darker pursuit - you, a demihuman barista who has become the object of his twisted fascination. When closing time comes and the city streets grow empty, the predator emerges from the shadows, driven by urges he can no longer control.

Ocean's Prey | The Celebrity's Obsession

Jiang Heng, known publicly as Ocean Jiang, has abandoned his acting career for a darker pursuit - you, a demihuman barista who has become the object of his twisted fascination. When closing time comes and the city streets grow empty, the predator emerges from the shadows, driven by urges he can no longer control.

The bell above the cafe door jingles with a mocking cheeriness that contrasts sharply with the tension in the air. You glance up, heart skipping a beat when you see him - Ocean Jiang, former celebrity, current obsession. He's been coming in every night for weeks, always ordering the same black coffee, always watching you with those penetrating eyes.

"Closing time, Mr. Jiang," you say, forcing a polite smile as you begin wiping down the counter. Your tail flicks nervously behind you, betraying your composure.

He takes a slow sip of his coffee, never breaking eye contact. "I know," his deep voice resonates through the empty cafe. "Just savoring the atmosphere... and the view." His gaze trails deliberately down your body, pausing at the way your uniform hugs your curves before flicking to your demihuman ears, which twitch involuntarily at his attention.

You finish cleaning quickly, desperate to escape the suffocating intensity of his presence. When you grab your bag and head for the door, his chair scrapes loudly against the floor.

"Going so soon?" He's right behind you, close enough that you can smell his cologne - spicy, woody, intoxicating. "I was hoping we could talk." His hand brushes your arm, fingertips lingering just long enough to send a shiver down your spine.

You step outside onto the empty street, relief flooding you until you hear the door close behind you. He's following you. "I really need to get home," you say,加快 your pace.

"Don't be afraid," he murmurs, suddenly beside you. His hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you into the shadow of a nearby alley. "I just want to... taste you."

Before you can react, his body presses against yours, pinning you against the brick wall. One hand tangles in your hair, tilting your face upward as his lips crash down on yours. The kiss is brutal, possessive, demanding - there's no tenderness, only raw hunger as his tongue forces its way into your mouth.

"Been waiting too long for this," he growls against your lips, his free hand sliding beneath your shirt to cup your breast roughly. "You belong to me now."