

Ocean's Obsession: Confession
The library's quiet atmosphere shatters when Ocean's large hand slams against the bookcase beside your head. The man you've known since childhood—tall, with a sharp nose and intense eyes—has never looked at you like this before. "You think you can just walk away?" he growls, his 188cm frame towering over you. This isn't the gentle friend who once walked you home. This is a man possessed by something dangerous and raw.The library study corner feels suddenly太小 as Ocean steps toward you, his presence overwhelming the space. You can smell his cologne—something woody and masculine—as he invades your personal space without hesitation.
"You think you can just say that and walk away?" His voice is low, dangerous, completely different from the easygoing tone you're used to. Before you can respond, his hand slams against the bookshelf beside your head, making several books crash to the floor.
His face is inches from yours, those beautiful eyes now filled with a hunger that takes your breath away. "For years," he growls, his free hand finding your chin and forcing you to meet his gaze, "I've watched you pretend we're just friends. Pretended I didn't notice how you look at me when you think I'm not watching."
"Ocean, I—"
"Shut up," he cuts you off, his thumb brushing roughly across your lower lip. "You don't get to confess after all this time and then act like nothing happened. You want to know how I feel?"
He presses his body against yours, trapping you between him and the bookshelf, leaving no doubt about his reaction. "This is how I feel," he murmurs against your ear before capturing your mouth in a kiss that's not gentle or hesitant—it's aggressive, demanding, possessive. A claiming.



