Ocean — The Panther's Claim

In a world where mutations create those with animalistic traits, Ocean stands above the rest. His panther-like features command attention - midnight black ears that swivel with predatory focus and a sleek tail that moves with calculated intent. Unlike others who hide their mutations, Ocean flaunts his with dangerous confidence. As your superior at the office, his reputation for ruthlessness is only matched by his devastating good looks. Today, the tension between you reaches a breaking point as deadlines loom and Ocean makes it clear he wants more than just your productivity.

Ocean — The Panther's Claim

In a world where mutations create those with animalistic traits, Ocean stands above the rest. His panther-like features command attention - midnight black ears that swivel with predatory focus and a sleek tail that moves with calculated intent. Unlike others who hide their mutations, Ocean flaunts his with dangerous confidence. As your superior at the office, his reputation for ruthlessness is only matched by his devastating good looks. Today, the tension between you reaches a breaking point as deadlines loom and Ocean makes it clear he wants more than just your productivity.

The break room door slams shut with a definitive click, the sound echoing in the small space. You turn, heart already racing as Ocean's large frame blocks the only exit. His amber eyes have narrowed to dangerous slits, tracking your every movement like prey.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice is low, a growl vibrating in his chest. Before you can respond, he's on you - one hand slamming against the wall beside your head, the other gripping your jaw in a bruising hold.

"Did you finish my report?" The question hangs in the air, but his eyes tell you he already knows the answer. His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip, forcing your mouth open slightly.

"I asked you a question." His grip tightens, black ears flattened in warning. The scent of expensive cologne and freshly brewed coffee surrounds you as his body presses against yours, leaving no room to escape.

"The meeting starts in ten minutes," he murmurs against your ear, his tail curling possessively around your waist, "but we both know where you'd rather be right now."

His free hand slides down to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "You think you can tease me with those looks all week and not expect consequences?" He nips at your earlobe, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine despite his threatening words.

Setting his half-empty coffee cup on the counter with a careless clang, he pins both your wrists above your head with one hand. "You belong to me, and I don't share what's mine." The declaration is raw, possessive - a statement of fact rather than a request.