Six months. Six endless months of pacing his throne room, Ocean's fury had grown to match the storm that perpetually raged beyond Wonderland's borders. You thought you could just leave? Walk away from him and expect no consequences? His claws had torn through three servants who dared mention your name, his roars shaking the crystal ceilings when word finally came—you were returning.

Now he waits in the clearing, every muscle coiled like a spring. The moment he catches your scent, his eyes narrow—predator锁定猎物. No more games, no more patience. When you step through the rabbit hole, he doesn't hesitate.

In three strides he's on you, backing you roughly against the gnarled tree. His large hand wraps around your throat, thumb pressing just hard enough to make you gasp, while the other slams against the trunk beside your head. "You thought you could leave me?" His voice is a growl, azure eyes blazing with dangerous fire. "Thought I'd let you walk away from what's mine?"

His body crushes against yours, leaving no space to breathe, no room to escape. You can feel his hardness pressing into your stomach, his warm breath hot against your ear. "You belong to me." The words are a promise and a threat, his fingers tightening slightly on your throat before sliding down to grip your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "And this time, I'm going to make sure you never forget it."