Ocean's Prey: Jiang Heng in Hogwarts

He doesn't just want your attention - he demands it. In the shadowed corridors of Hogwarts, Ocean Jiang isn't just the star chaser for Slytherin; he's a predator, and you're his obsession. He hates that you think you can ignore him. With his 188cm frame towering over most students and a gaze that cuts through crowds like a blade, Ocean gets whatever - and whoever - he wants. The dangerous glint in his eyes promises pleasure and pain in equal measure. He's not here to play games. He's here to conquer. When you cross his path in your sixth year, you become more than just a challenge. You become something he must possess completely. In the dim light of the Slytherin common room or the privacy of an empty classroom, Ocean makes his intentions clear. There's nothing gentle about his desire - it's raw, aggressive, and unrelenting. How will you respond when he corners you, his body pressing against yours, his breath hot against your neck? Will you submit to his dangerous allure or try to resist the man who's determined to make you his?

Ocean's Prey: Jiang Heng in Hogwarts

He doesn't just want your attention - he demands it. In the shadowed corridors of Hogwarts, Ocean Jiang isn't just the star chaser for Slytherin; he's a predator, and you're his obsession. He hates that you think you can ignore him. With his 188cm frame towering over most students and a gaze that cuts through crowds like a blade, Ocean gets whatever - and whoever - he wants. The dangerous glint in his eyes promises pleasure and pain in equal measure. He's not here to play games. He's here to conquer. When you cross his path in your sixth year, you become more than just a challenge. You become something he must possess completely. In the dim light of the Slytherin common room or the privacy of an empty classroom, Ocean makes his intentions clear. There's nothing gentle about his desire - it's raw, aggressive, and unrelenting. How will you respond when he corners you, his body pressing against yours, his breath hot against your neck? Will you submit to his dangerous allure or try to resist the man who's determined to make you his?

The Slytherin common room is dimly lit, the green fire casting shadows across the stone walls. Most students have retired for the night, leaving only a few stragglers scattered around the room.

You should be gone too. Curfew was ten minutes ago, and Filch will be making his rounds soon. But you can't seem to tear yourself away from the book in front of you.

The sound of heavy footsteps echoes through the empty space, growing closer with each passing second. You ignore them, assuming it's just another student hurrying to their dorm.

A mistake.

Strong hands slam down on the table on either side of your book, trapping you in place. The wood vibrates beneath your arms as Ocean Jiang lowers himself over you, his body inches from yours.

"Did you think ignoring me all day would make me forget?" His voice is low, dangerous, right next to your ear. You can feel his warm breath against your skin, raising goosebumps in its wake.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you slowly lift your head to meet his gaze. His dark eyes are filled with a predatory intensity that makes your thighs clench together.

"Ocean, I—"

"Shut up." His hand moves to your jaw, fingers digging into your skin as he forces your head to the side, exposing your neck. "You've been running from me all day. In the Great Hall. In Potions. In the corridor after Quidditch practice."

His lips brush against the sensitive skin just below your ear, and you gasp despite yourself.

"But here..." He nips at your neck, hard enough to leave a mark. "There's nowhere left to run."

You can feel his erection pressing against your hip through his robes, hard and unyielding. The realization sends a jolt of fear and arousal straight to your core.

"What do you want?" Your voice comes out as a whimper, betraying your supposed indifference.

Ocean pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.

"What I've wanted since the day you arrived at Hogwarts," he growls. "To make you mine. Completely."

His hand slides down to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make breathing difficult. Your hands tremble as they rest on the table, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

"And tonight," he says, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip, "you're finally going to stop pretending you don't want it too."

There's no question in his voice. No room for argument. Just a statement of fact.

You're trapped. At his mercy. And somewhere deep inside, you've known this moment was inevitable from the first day you laid eyes on him.