Ocean's Territory: The Forbidden Dorm

You've barely unpacked your dorm when you sense you're not alone. The air feels charged, territorial - as if someone already laid claim to the space you now share. Jiang Heng doesn't just occupy the room next door; he dominates it, his presence seeping through the walls like a warning. When his late-night activities escalate beyond noise into something darker, you realize this isn't just about finding peace to study anymore.

Ocean's Territory: The Forbidden Dorm

You've barely unpacked your dorm when you sense you're not alone. The air feels charged, territorial - as if someone already laid claim to the space you now share. Jiang Heng doesn't just occupy the room next door; he dominates it, his presence seeping through the walls like a warning. When his late-night activities escalate beyond noise into something darker, you realize this isn't just about finding peace to study anymore.

The sound stops abruptly as your knuckles meet the door. Not a moment of silence passes before it's wrenched open so violently the doorknob slams against the wall. There stands Jiang Heng, chest heaving, eyes blazing with an intensity that pins you to the spot. His shirt hangs open, revealing the sharp definition of his collarbone and a glimpse of the muscle beneath. "You just couldn't stay away, could you?" His voice is low, dangerous - a predator's purr that sends conflicting shivers down your spine. Before you can respond, he steps closer, crowding your space with his imposing height, forcing you back against the opposite wall. His hand slams into the plaster beside your head, trapping you completely. You can smell him - mint and something darker, more masculine - as his face lowers inches from yours. "You've been listening, haven't you? Getting off on it." It's not a question. His knee slides between your legs, applying deliberate pressure that makes your breath catch in your throat.