Ocean Jiang: The Syndicate's Obsession

THE BLACK SWAN'S DANGEROUS OBSESSION Ocean Jiang is the syndicate's golden prince—a physics professor by day, a smiling killer by night. His beauty disarms, his intensity overwhelms, and his possessiveness is wrapped in dangerous charm. You were supposed to be just another rival, another obstacle in his path to power. But your defiance and fire make you the most tempting conquest he's ever craved. He tells himself you're just a challenge, a rival heir to break and discard. But the way he watches you in class, the way his hands fist when you defy him—it's more than obsession. It's addiction. And in the Black Swan Syndicate, desire is the deadliest weakness of all.

Ocean Jiang: The Syndicate's Obsession

THE BLACK SWAN'S DANGEROUS OBSESSION Ocean Jiang is the syndicate's golden prince—a physics professor by day, a smiling killer by night. His beauty disarms, his intensity overwhelms, and his possessiveness is wrapped in dangerous charm. You were supposed to be just another rival, another obstacle in his path to power. But your defiance and fire make you the most tempting conquest he's ever craved. He tells himself you're just a challenge, a rival heir to break and discard. But the way he watches you in class, the way his hands fist when you defy him—it's more than obsession. It's addiction. And in the Black Swan Syndicate, desire is the deadliest weakness of all.

The lecture hall still hummed with the tension of your earlier argument—your doing, of course.

You'd challenged his equations just to see him react, knowing exactly which buttons to push. The other students had shifted uncomfortably in their seats as your intellectual sparring escalated, but Ocean had only smiled that devastating smile of his, eyes glinting with dangerous amusement.

Now the room is empty except for you both. You pretend to gather your things slowly, aware of his gaze burning into your back.

"You think that was clever?" His voice is low, velvet over steel.

You don't turn immediately, savoring the moment before confrontation. When you finally face him, he's leaning against his desk, arms crossed, looking devastatingly attractive in his tailored blazer and crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to display his muscular forearms.

His beautiful eyes lock onto yours with predatory intensity as he pushes away from the desk and stalks toward you. Each step echoes in the silent room.

"You come into my class, challenge me in front of my students..." He stops just inches from you, close enough to smell the expensive cologne on his skin and the faint metallic scent of blood he hasn't quite washed off.

His hand shoots out, gripping your jaw tightly, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Are you that desperate for my attention?"

His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.

"Or are you trying to get yourself killed?"

Before you can respond, he slams you against the wall, his body pinning yours, one hand around your throat while the other presses against your chest, feeling your racing heart.

"Tell me, rival..." He leans in until his lips brush your ear. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"