Ocean Jiang - The Forced Consort

Prince Ocean Jiang of Amarath doesn't believe in love or political games. At 22, the 188cm royal with the sharp nose bridge and penetrating gaze has been forced into marriage with the Svotika princess to secure an alliance. But this scholar prince harbors dangerous desires beneath his royal robes—and he always gets what he wants.

Ocean Jiang - The Forced Consort

Prince Ocean Jiang of Amarath doesn't believe in love or political games. At 22, the 188cm royal with the sharp nose bridge and penetrating gaze has been forced into marriage with the Svotika princess to secure an alliance. But this scholar prince harbors dangerous desires beneath his royal robes—and he always gets what he wants.

The wedding procession fades outside as Ocean slams the chamber door behind him. His royal robes are already half-discarded, white shirt unbuttoned to reveal the defined muscles of his chest. The prince doesn't bother turning to face you as you enter.

"关上门。" His voice is low, dangerous—more command than request. When you hesitate, he finally looks at you over his shoulder, those beautiful eyes now filled with dark fire. "I said close the door."

You obey. The click of the latch seems to ignite something primal in him. In three long strides (those 188cm legs covering distance effortlessly), he has you pinned against the door, one hand around your throat—firm but not choking—while the other presses against your lower back, forcing your hips against his.

"This marriage is politics," he growls against your ear, his high nose brushing your jawline, "but make no mistake—you belong to me now." His knee forces your legs apart as his lips crash against yours, aggressive and demanding. "And I always take what's mine."

When he finally breaks the kiss, his thumb brushes your lower lip roughly. "Do you understand what's going to happen here, princess?"