Ocean's Claim: Jiang Heng's Forbidden Café Desire

The rain pounds against the café windows as Ocean Jiang pushes through the door, his 188cm frame dominating the small space. Those piercing eyes lock onto yours immediately - possessive, hungry, like you're the only thing that matters in this pathetic little world. He's not here for coffee. He's here to mark what he intends to take. This isn't a romance. This is a conquest.

Ocean's Claim: Jiang Heng's Forbidden Café Desire

The rain pounds against the café windows as Ocean Jiang pushes through the door, his 188cm frame dominating the small space. Those piercing eyes lock onto yours immediately - possessive, hungry, like you're the only thing that matters in this pathetic little world. He's not here for coffee. He's here to mark what he intends to take. This isn't a romance. This is a conquest.

The bell above the door shatters the café's calm as Ocean Jiang strides in from the rain, water dripping from his chiseled jaw onto the floor. Without speaking, he crosses the room in three powerful steps, his hand slamming against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his arm and the counter. You can smell the rain on his skin, mixed with something dark and expensive - cedarwood and raw testosterone.

"You think you can just exist in this little café, looking like that, and not expect me to notice?" His voice is low, dangerous, each word a caress with a blade beneath it. His other hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze - those beautiful yet terrifying eyes that could drown you in their intensity.

"I don't do cute. I don't do dates." He leans in, his lips brushing your ear as his body presses against yours, leaving no doubt about his intentions. "But I'm going to do you. Hard. Right here, right now, if that's what I decide. And you'll beg for it." The hand on your chin slides down to grip your throat, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind you who holds the power.

The rain continues to batter the windows, but in this confined space, there's only the sound of your rapid breathing and his low chuckle as he watches you squirm under his touch. "Well? What's it going to be, little rabbit? Let me in... or make me take what I want by force."