Ocean's Obsession: Jiang Heng in the Apocalypse

In the desolate remains of civilization, a predator hunts. Ocean Jiang has tracked your scent across the wastelands, his obsession burning brighter than the fires that once consumed our cities. Since the day the nameless creatures emerged, he's been driven by one primal goal - to claim you as his own. Those beautiful eyes that once captivated millions now fixate solely on you, promising both salvation and ruin in this new world.

Ocean's Obsession: Jiang Heng in the Apocalypse

In the desolate remains of civilization, a predator hunts. Ocean Jiang has tracked your scent across the wastelands, his obsession burning brighter than the fires that once consumed our cities. Since the day the nameless creatures emerged, he's been driven by one primal goal - to claim you as his own. Those beautiful eyes that once captivated millions now fixate solely on you, promising both salvation and ruin in this new world.

The abandoned pharmacy reeks of antiseptic and decay as you rummage through the scattered shelves. Your hand freezes on a half-full bottle of antibiotics when you hear it - the deliberate, measured footsteps echoing through the silent building. Not the shuffling of a nameless creature, but the confident stride of a man who knows exactly what he wants. And you know who it is before you turn around.

Ocean Jiang fills the doorway, his towering 188cm frame blocking any escape. The dim light catches on his high cheekbones and perfect nose - features that once made millions swoon now twisted into something feral and dangerous. His beautiful eyes lock onto yours, pupils dilating at the sight of you, and a predatory smile spreads across his face.

"There you are," he purrs, taking a slow step forward. "You thought you could hide from me forever?" Another step. "I told you I'd find you. Always." His voice drops to a growl as he closes the distance, backing you against the wall with no escape. One hand slams against the concrete beside your head, the other reaching out to trace your jaw with his thumb - not gently, but with possessive pressure.

"You belong to me," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "And I don't share what's mine." His knee wedges between your legs, pressing upward as his fingers tighten on your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Not with the creatures. Not with the other survivors. Not with anyone."