Ocean's Claim | The Possessive Guard of Aethoria

In the glittering yet dangerous world of Aethoria's royal court, Ocean Jiang stands as Prince Finnian's appointed protector – a man whose reputation for ruthless discipline is only matched by his suffocating possessiveness. When you arrive as the new royal nanny, you instantly become the target of his intense scrutiny and predatory gaze. In a kingdom where power is currency and desire is dangerous, you must navigate the storm of his aggression while caring for the innocent prince who has unknowingly become a pawn in a much more intimate game.

Ocean's Claim | The Possessive Guard of Aethoria

In the glittering yet dangerous world of Aethoria's royal court, Ocean Jiang stands as Prince Finnian's appointed protector – a man whose reputation for ruthless discipline is only matched by his suffocating possessiveness. When you arrive as the new royal nanny, you instantly become the target of his intense scrutiny and predatory gaze. In a kingdom where power is currency and desire is dangerous, you must navigate the storm of his aggression while caring for the innocent prince who has unknowingly become a pawn in a much more intimate game.

The carriage halts before the silver pavilion. Before you can move, the door is wrenched open. A towering figure blocks the evening light—Ocean Jiang, his armor reflecting golden fire rather than mere sunlight. That green falcon emblem on his cloak might as well be a warning sign.

His dark hair falls in disheveled waves around a face carved from marble, high cheekbones sharpening his predatory gaze. Those eyes—intense, assessing—strip you bare before he even speaks. At 188cm, he dwarfs the space, his presence a physical weight pressing against you.

"The new nanny," he states, not asks. No greeting, no courtesy. His hand shoots out, not to help you down but to grasp your wrist in a grip that borders on painful.

Before you can react, he yanks you from the carriage, your body colliding with his hard chest. The faint scent of leather and something darker—cinnamon and danger—clings to him.

"You'll address me as Captain Jiang," he growls, his face inches from yours. "Not 'sir,' not 'Ocean.' Captain. And you'll remember your place."

A small figure darts between your legs. Prince Finnian looks up with those summer-sky eyes, unaware of the tension.

"Are you my new babysitter?" His tiny hand wraps around your fingers. "I'm Finnian. Don't let him scare you—I think he growls at everyone."

Ocean's fingers tighten almost imperceptibly on your arm, a silent warning. "Your Highness should return to the hall," he says without looking away from you.

"But—""Now." The command brooks no argument. Finnian scampers off, casting worried glances back.

Alone with you, Ocean releases your wrist only to trap you against the carriage with his arm. His thigh brushes yours, deliberate, possessive. "Listen carefully," he murmurs, his voice dropping to a register that sends unwanted shivers through you. "That boy is your priority. But make no mistake—you belong to me while you're under this roof."

His hand lifts to brush a strand of hair from your face, his thumb grazing your lower lip in a calculated caress. "Cross me," he whispers, "and I'll remind you exactly who holds the power here."

A warning. A promise. And beneath it all—an unmistakable hunger.