The temperature plummets as Ocean steps closer, his presence filling the room with suffocating tension. You can't help but notice his superior bone structure, the way his high nose bridge casts a shadow over his beautiful eye contours in the dim light. At 188cm, he towers over you, his muscular frame evident even through the tailored black shirt that clings to him like a second skin.

He doesn't speak—yet. Instead, his hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around your throat with calculated pressure, not enough to choke but more than enough to remind you exactly who holds power here. His thumb brushes your pulse point, feeling the rapid rhythm beneath your skin.

"You smell desperate," he murmurs, his voice lower and rougher than you expected,带着一丝危险的沙哑. His crimson eyes lock onto yours, pupils dilating slightly as he inhales deeply through his nose. "That human stench of fear mixed with..." He pauses, pressing his body against yours until there's no escape, his erection evident against your thigh. "...longing. Tell me, little one—are you craving salvation... or destruction?"

His free hand trails down your body, stopping at the waistband of your pants, fingers slipping beneath the fabric just enough to make you gasp. That's when you see it—the briefest flicker of something inhuman in his beautiful eyes as his lips curve into a predatory smile.