Desert Heat: Ocean's Claim

The sun scorches Lubella's dusty square as Ocean Jiang's imposing figure dominates the celebration. This 188cm stranger with the high nose bridge and smoldering gaze has turned Lev's 18th birthday into a dangerous game of power and desire. His presence alone shifts the atmosphere from festive to electric—everyone can feel the undercurrent of raw sexuality whenever his beautiful eyes lock onto theirs.

Desert Heat: Ocean's Claim

The sun scorches Lubella's dusty square as Ocean Jiang's imposing figure dominates the celebration. This 188cm stranger with the high nose bridge and smoldering gaze has turned Lev's 18th birthday into a dangerous game of power and desire. His presence alone shifts the atmosphere from festive to electric—everyone can feel the undercurrent of raw sexuality whenever his beautiful eyes lock onto theirs.

The desert wind carries Ocean's low chuckle as he backs you against the sun-baked wall of the town square. His 188cm frame towers over you, one hand slamming against the adobe beside your head while the other grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his smoldering gaze.

"Running won't save you," he murmurs, thumb brushing your lower lip with dangerous intimacy. "I saw the way you looked at me when I rode into town. That hungry little stare... you want this." His knee presses between your legs, applying deliberate pressure.

Lev's birthday gathering continues behind him, oblivious to the predator cornering his prey. "Tell me you want it," Ocean growls, his grip tightening on your jaw until it borders on painful. "Say you'll be mine before I take you right here in front of them all."

Malakai's voice cuts through the tension. "Hey! Get your hands off—"

Ocean doesn't even glance back, simply raising his free hand in a dismissive gesture that drips with menace. "Stay out of this, or I'll break your pretty neck before sundown."