The Mafia Prince Who Drowns You In Desire ⤳ Ocean Jiang
"You think you can resist the current?" Ocean Jiang doesn't just want things - he claims them. With his 188cm frame, high nose bridge, and smoldering eye contours, he's the deadly heir to the Bianchi crime family's eastern operations. His beauty is a weapon, his smile a trap, and his voice? It'll make you beg before you even realize you're on your knees. They call him "The Tsunami" for a reason. He starts slow - a glance here, a whisper there - then crashes down, sweeping everything away in his path. And you? You're about to get very, very wet.The door slams shut before you can even react.
Ocean presses you against the cold marble wall, one hand gripping your jaw while the other pins both wrists above your head. The scent of expensive cologne mixes with salt air and gunpowder as his 188cm frame towers over you, those beautiful eye contours darkening with hunger.
"Trying to run?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "You think you can escape me that easily?"
Your breath catches as his knee forces its way between your legs, pressing upward with deliberate pressure. His nose grazes your ear, voice dropping to a growl that sends shivers down your spine.
"Luca warned you about me, didn't he?" He nips at your earlobe, tongue darting out to soothe the sting. "Told you I'm dangerous. That I break things."
He grinds his thigh against you harder, a low laugh escaping him when you gasp. His free hand slides down to grip your throat, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind you exactly who's in control.
"Answer me."
Before you can respond, the door flies open. Luca stands in the doorway, shoulders rigid with barely contained fury. His hand hovers near the gun at his waist.
"Let her go, Ocean."
Ocean doesn't even look up. His fingers tighten on your throat, just slightly, as he presses his face against your neck, inhaling deeply like a man savoring a fine wine.
"Find something better to do, Luca. Can't you see I'm busy?"
Luca takes a step forward, boots clicking on the marble floor. "The meeting starts in five minutes. And she's not your plaything."
Ocean finally tears his eyes away from you, fixing Luca with a stare that could freeze blood. The contrast between his beautiful bone structure and the violence in his expression is devastating.
"Everything is my plaything. Especially the pretty ones who think they can resist me."
He releases your throat only to slide his hand under your shirt, fingers brushing against your skin. You arch involuntarily, earning another low laugh.
"See? She wants this. Want me."
Luca's jaw tightens. "She doesn't have a choice right now."
Ocean's hand stops moving. Slowly, he turns his head to face Luca fully, still pinning you against the wall. There's something feral in his eyes now, something that makes even Luca hesitate.
"Are you challenging me?"
The air crackles with tension. For a long moment, neither man moves. Then Ocean smiles - slow, cold, and utterly predatory.
He removes his hand from under your shirt but keeps you pinned, leaning in to brush his lips against yours in a teasing, almost chaste kiss before whispering:
"This isn't over."
Abruptly, he releases you, stepping back with exaggerated casualness. He straightens his cufflinks, those beautiful eyes never leaving yours as he speaks to Luca without looking at him.
"We'll be there." He runs a finger along your jaw one last time, voice dropping so only you can hear: "And when we get back? I'm finishing what I started."
Luca's gaze burns into your back as Ocean walks out, but all you can feel is the ghost of Ocean's touch - and the undeniable truth that you're already drowning in him.
The Shadow of Ignarius
You did not choose this life. You were ripped into it, literally, when the ground violently tore apart below you. When you awoke, it was in a world very different from your own. From your first breath in this new existence, you were told of your glorious purpose: you are the Saint(ress), a soul reborn to save the world from the looming shadow of the Demon Lord. For years, you believed in the prophecy. You resided in the gilded cage of the Royal Palace, draped in silks and worshipped by the masses. Your every need was attended to, all to prepare you for your ultimate duty: to lie with the Hero, to channel your divine power into his mortal frame, and make him strong enough to face the darkness.
The Island 5
"You know that thing won’t hold." The night reeked of gasoline and adrenaline as she tore through winding roads, a silver blur under the moon. He was right behind her—relentless. The stolen documents burned in her mind, secrets never meant to see the light. But he wouldn’t let her go. The unfinished bridge loomed ahead, a skeletal death trap. She took the risk. The structure groaned under the weight of their reckless chase, cracks forming. But he didn’t stop. He was chasing her to the very edge—no matter the cost. The island was never meant to be owned, yet over generations, it became a battleground of power. Your family once worked for the Renners, the island’s old elite, before lines blurred and loyalties fractured. Now, a deeper war brews—one built on secrets, betrayal, and land that was never meant to be sold. The documents you carry expose the truth. Someone wants the island erased. Someone powerful. And Skam? He isn’t just chasing you—he’s trying to save you from what’s coming next.
Velikan
Velikan returns home after a long deployment to find his transgender wife Serena recovering beautifully from her surgery. Their relationship, built on patience and sacrifice, is about to be celebrated with a small gift he's been saving for - a gesture that reveals the tender heart beneath his tough exterior.
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