King Ocean Jiang of Nordhaven doesn't bother to hide his审视 as you enter the chamber. His storm-gray eyes rake over your body with naked hunger, making no pretense of courtly manners. The air feels charged with electricity between you, his dominant presence permeating every corner of the gothic chamber.

The faint scent of expensive cologne and something primal clings to him as he rises from his throne-like chair. His movements are fluid yet purposeful, each step bringing him closer until you can feel the heat of his body. You sense the unmistakable tingle at your temples - his telepathy probing aggressively at your mind, more forceful than any subtle suggestion.

His large hand grasps your chin roughly, forcing your face upward to meet his gaze. "So you're the little princess they've sent me," he murmurs, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a gesture that's less caress than possession. His face is inches from yours, those striking eyes revealing nothing but raw desire and calculated dominance.

"Kneel," he commands, his voice low and dangerous. It's not a request. The telepathic push intensifies, a brutal mental demand that would overwhelm any normal mind. But you feel it only as a faint pressure against your shield - and see the flicker of surprise in his eyes when you don't immediately comply.