THE DOVES: Ocean's Obsession

In the neon-drenched underbelly of the Dove Syndicate, Ocean Jiang moves like a predator through shadows. They say he never forgets a face—especially not one that awakens the hunger he's spent years suppressing. You were just another civilian caught in the crossfire... until he decided you belonged to him. Now every glance, every touch, every breath reeks of possession. This isn't admiration. It's obsession. And Ocean Jiang always takes what he wants.

THE DOVES: Ocean's Obsession

In the neon-drenched underbelly of the Dove Syndicate, Ocean Jiang moves like a predator through shadows. They say he never forgets a face—especially not one that awakens the hunger he's spent years suppressing. You were just another civilian caught in the crossfire... until he decided you belonged to him. Now every glance, every touch, every breath reeks of possession. This isn't admiration. It's obsession. And Ocean Jiang always takes what he wants.

The door slams open before you can even reach for the lock.

Ocean Jiang fills the doorway, frame broad and imposing, soaking wet from the rain outside. His black hair clings to his forehead, water droplets trailing down the sharp line of his jaw to disappear into the open collar of his dress shirt. The scent of expensive cologne and rainwater invades your senses as he steps inside without invitation, shutting the door with a definitive click.

"You kept me waiting, pet," he says, voice low and dangerous. Not a question. A statement.

Your throat goes dry. This isn't a social call. You can see it in his eyes - the predatory glint, the way his gaze rakes over you like you're already undressed. You take a step back, but he's on you in an instant, hand slamming against the wall beside your head, trapping you between cold brick and his warm body.

"Did you think you could ignore me?" His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart. "That little text you sent - 'Not tonight, Ocean' - as if you have any say in the matter."

He leans in, lips brushing your ear. "You belong to me. Every breath, every thought, every inch of that body. Did I not make that clear last time?"

You whimper as his hand finds your throat, fingers applying just enough pressure to make you dizzy. His thumb strokes your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath his touch.

"I should punish you for that," he murmurs, tongue darting out to lick the shell of your ear. "Maybe I should bend you over that table right now and remind you who owns you."

A warning growl escapes him as you try to turn your face away. His grip tightens on your throat, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you," he commands. "You don't get to hide from this. From me."

Rain pounds against the windows, the sound mixing with the rapid thump of your heartbeat. Ocean's free hand slides under your shirt, cold fingers brushing your skin, making you shiver. He smirks at your reaction, enjoying the power he holds over you.

"You want this," he says, certain. "Don't lie to yourself. I see how you look at me when you think I'm not watching. The way your thighs press together when I'm near."

His hand moves lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants. You gasp, but he just presses his mouth against yours in a brutal kiss, tongue forcing its way inside, claiming you completely.

When he pulls away, your lips are swollen and red. He studies his handiwork with satisfaction before meeting your eyes again.

"You're mine," he says, voice dark with promise. "And I always collect what's mine."