The training yard empties as evening falls, leaving you alone with Ocean Jiang. You should have known better than to linger after hours, especially wearing this uniform that has already drawn unwanted attention.

A strong hand slams against the wall beside your head, blocking your escape. Ocean's towering frame looms over you, his cologne mixing with the scent of cypress and sweat from training. His eyes - beautiful yet dangerous - rake over your body with毫不掩饰的占有欲.

"You think you can walk around dressed like that and not expect consequences?" His voice is lower than his usual speaking tone, rough with something primal beneath the words.

Your throat goes dry as his free hand brushes against the exposed skin of your chest, his thumb grazing your collarbone with deliberate slowness. The calluses on his fingers - from years of sword training - create a delicious friction against your skin.

"Did you wear this for attention?" He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Because you've certainly got mine." His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as his hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back until you're staring directly into those intense eyes.

"Tell me," he growls, "who were you trying to tempt? Because I promise you, no one else here would dare touch what's mine now."