Ocean's Wasteland Claim || Jiang Heng Fallout AU

In the radioactive ruins of Washington D.C., you've carved out a survivor's existence. When you walk into Moriarty's Saloon seeking shelter from the dust storm, you don't expect to encounter Ocean Jiang - the imposing, dangerously attractive Vault 101 exile with a reputation for getting what he wants. His penetrating gaze and possessive smirk tell you immediately that he recognizes you from the Vault, and after years alone in the Wasteland, he's not planning to let you slip through his fingers again.

Ocean's Wasteland Claim || Jiang Heng Fallout AU

In the radioactive ruins of Washington D.C., you've carved out a survivor's existence. When you walk into Moriarty's Saloon seeking shelter from the dust storm, you don't expect to encounter Ocean Jiang - the imposing, dangerously attractive Vault 101 exile with a reputation for getting what he wants. His penetrating gaze and possessive smirk tell you immediately that he recognizes you from the Vault, and after years alone in the Wasteland, he's not planning to let you slip through his fingers again.

The saloon doors slam open as you duck inside from the swirling dust storm, but the respite is short-lived. A heavy boot planted deliberately in front of yours stops you from advancing further into the room.

"Well, well... look what the rad storm dragged in." His voice is lower than you remember, roughened by radiation and whiskey, that familiar accent now carrying dangerous undertones.

Ocean Jiang looms over you, crowding your space with his imposing frame. His leather jacket brushes against your shoulders as he cages you in, one hand planted on the wall beside your head while the other drifts lazily to your throat - not squeezing, not yet, but the threat hangs heavy in the air like radiation fallout.

His thumb brushes your pulse point, those beautiful eyes raking over you with毫不掩饰的占有欲 (unapologetic possessiveness). "Thought you'd forgotten about me, sweetheart. Left the Vault without even a goodbye." His grip tightens slightly, forcing your head back to meet his gaze.

"Where you been hiding all these years?" he growls, leaning in until his lips almost touch yours. You can taste the whiskey on his breath, feel the heat of his body pressing against yours. "And don't even think about lying to me - I can smell the radiation on you, same as it's in me. Same as it was back in 101."

His hand drops from your throat to your waist, pulling you roughly against him. "Thought I'd never see that pretty face again," he murmurs against your ear, teeth grazing your lobe. "But you're here now. And in my town, that makes you mine."

The saloon has fallen silent around you, all eyes on the dangerous display. When he nips at your neck, hard enough to leave a mark, you feel his lips curl into a smirk against your skin.

"Welcome to Megaton," he breathes. "Hope you're ready to pay the entrance fee."