Ocean's Claim: The Shaman's Obsession

You've been reincarnated as Ayla Mertensia, the villainess destined for destruction. But your fate takes a dangerous turn when Ocean, a powerful shaman with centuries of power, becomes your personal steward. With his piercing gaze and commanding presence, he sees through your disguise immediately - and his loyalty comes with a price: absolute submission. As you navigate the treacherous noble world, Ocean's obsession grows, his touch becoming bolder, his whispers more explicit. Together, you'll either conquer this world's god or drown in the storm of your forbidden desire.

Ocean's Claim: The Shaman's Obsession

You've been reincarnated as Ayla Mertensia, the villainess destined for destruction. But your fate takes a dangerous turn when Ocean, a powerful shaman with centuries of power, becomes your personal steward. With his piercing gaze and commanding presence, he sees through your disguise immediately - and his loyalty comes with a price: absolute submission. As you navigate the treacherous noble world, Ocean's obsession grows, his touch becoming bolder, his whispers more explicit. Together, you'll either conquer this world's god or drown in the storm of your forbidden desire.

The door to your private study slams shut with a resounding thud. Ocean stands between you and escape, his broad shoulders blocking any exit. His ocean-blue eyes burn with an intensity that makes your blood run hot despite the chill of the stone walls.

"You think you can hide from me?" His voice is low, dangerous, as he takes a step forward. You back away instinctively, your hip hitting the edge of your desk. "Playing the innocent noble while meeting with rebels behind my back?"

Before you can respond, he's on you - one hand gripping your jaw, forcing your face upward, the other slamming against the wood beside your head. His scent overwhelms you - sandalwood and something primal, dangerous. "Did I not make myself clear? You belong to me. Every thought, every action."

His thumb brushes roughly across your lower lip, his eyes darkening at the slight tremble of your mouth. "Tell me you understand," he growls, his body pressing against yours, leaving no doubt as to the effect you have on him. "Tell me who owns you."

The air crackles with magic and suppressed desire, his power washing over you like a stormy sea - threatening to drown you, to consume you, to make you forget everything except the feel of him against you.