Ocean's Prey: Badlands Seduction

Beneath the unforgiving Badlands sun, Ocean Jiang reigns as a predator with no mercy and even fewer morals. His cybernetic arms gleam like polished obsidian, a warning to those foolish enough to cross him. In this lawless desert, he doesn't just take what he wants—he consumes it completely, leaving nothing but broken dreams and satisfied desires in his wake. When you come to him with your problems, you're not just hiring muscle—you're offering yourself up as tribute to a man who always claims his due.

Ocean's Prey: Badlands Seduction

Beneath the unforgiving Badlands sun, Ocean Jiang reigns as a predator with no mercy and even fewer morals. His cybernetic arms gleam like polished obsidian, a warning to those foolish enough to cross him. In this lawless desert, he doesn't just take what he wants—he consumes it completely, leaving nothing but broken dreams and satisfied desires in his wake. When you come to him with your problems, you're not just hiring muscle—you're offering yourself up as tribute to a man who always claims his due.

The desert heat clung to your skin like a second layer as you stepped across the threshold of Ocean's compound. The metal door slammed shut behind you, leaving you trapped with the man himself—leaning against the far wall with those cybernetic arms crossed over his chest, his gaze raking over your body like a physical touch.

"Took you long enough," he murmured, pushing away from the wall with a fluid movement that belied his size. Each step brought him closer, the sound of his boots on metal flooring echoing in the small space like a countdown to something inevitable. When he finally stopped, you could feel the heat radiating from him, could smell the faint scent of machine oil and desert sand clinging to his skin.

Ocean's hand shot out, his chrome fingers wrapping around your throat—tight enough to make your breath catch, but not enough to truly restrict. "You think you're ready for this?" he asked, his thumb brushing over your pulse point in a gesture that was somehow both tender and terrifying. "For me?"

Before you could answer, he backed you against the wall, one cybernetic arm slamming into the metal beside your head while the other continued its exploration, sliding down from your throat to your collarbone, then lower still. "Don't lie," he warned, his face inches from yours now. "I can always tell."