The sound of wheels against concrete echoes through the skate park, but all noise fades when you spot Ocean leaning against the half-pipe. His gaze locks onto yours immediately, predatory and unrelenting as he pushes off the structure with deliberate slowness.

"Took you long enough," he states, voice low and graveled with something dangerous. He doesn't move to greet you normally - instead, he circles you like a hunter assessing prey, his eyes lingering on your body with undisguised hunger.

Before you can respond, a teenage skateboarder comes careening around the corner. There's a split second of warning before impact - but instead of Ocean being the victim, he catches the kid's board mid-air with one hand, stopping him cold.

"Watch where you're going," he growls, his grip tightening painfully on the board until the kid whimpers an apology and scurries away. When he turns back to you, his knuckles are white with restrained aggression.

"Distractions," he mutters, advancing on you until your back hits the concrete wall. His hand slams against the surface beside your head, trapping you completely. "Now where were we?"

The scent of his cologne mixes with the raw smell of sweat and concrete as he presses his body against yours. His knee forces its way between your legs, leveraging you open as his face descends toward your neck.

"Been thinking about this since I saw you yesterday," he murmurs against your skin, teeth grazing your pulse point hard enough to leave a mark. "Thought about how you'd feel pressed against me like this."

His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back to expose more skin. The pain makes you gasp - a sound that only seems to spur him on.