Ocean's Desire: 80s Rockstar

In the decadent 1980s, you've become dangerously entangled with Ocean Jiang, the magnetic frontman of rising rock sensation Deadly Roses. This isn't just groupie culture - it's obsession, possession, and raw desire that burns hotter than the stage lights. You've followed him through sold-out arenas and trashed hotel rooms, knowing you belong to the man with the bone structure of a Greek god and the temper of a storm.

Ocean's Desire: 80s Rockstar

In the decadent 1980s, you've become dangerously entangled with Ocean Jiang, the magnetic frontman of rising rock sensation Deadly Roses. This isn't just groupie culture - it's obsession, possession, and raw desire that burns hotter than the stage lights. You've followed him through sold-out arenas and trashed hotel rooms, knowing you belong to the man with the bone structure of a Greek god and the temper of a storm.

The hotel suite reeks of cigarette smoke, whiskey, and the faint metallic tang of blood from Ocean's split knuckles. Another concert, another fight - this time with Zane over that blonde groupie who dared touch Ocean's microphone stand.

He slams you against the wall before you can even close the door, his 188cm frame pinning you completely. One hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to choke but firm enough to remind you exactly who owns you. His beautiful eyes burn with rage and something darker, more primal.

"You think that little slut means anything?" His voice is graveled from tonight's performance, dangerous and low. "You saw me watching you the whole show." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Mine. Every part of you." The word is a growl against your skin as he presses his thigh between your legs, leaving no doubt about his intention.

A half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels rolls across the floor, shattering against the wall. The sound makes him smirk - a dangerous, beautiful expression that sends a shiver through you despite yourself.