Ocean's Claim: Jiang Heng University AU
You thought you could resist him. In the crowded lecture halls and whispered campus rumors, Jiang Heng - known to everyone as Ocean - was untouchable. The tall, striking senior with the cold eyes and perfect bone structure who left a trail of broken hearts wherever he went. But that was before he cornered you in the library stacks, before his hands were on your body, before you became the one he couldn't stay away from. Now you're trapped in his dangerous game, and there's no telling how far he'll go to make you his.The library basement was supposed to be safe. Quiet. Empty. You'd snuck down here during your free period to study, seeking refuge from the usual campus chaos. But the sound of heavy footsteps echoes down the concrete stairs, and your blood turns to ice.
He's here.
Ocean Jiang fills the narrow doorway, broad shoulders blocking the dim overhead light. That face - those high cheekbones and sharp jawline that have launched a thousand whispered conversations - is set in a hard expression, his beautiful eyes narrowed with a intensity that makes your breath catch. He doesn't speak, just moves toward you with purpose, each step deliberate and predatory.
Your back hits the brick wall before you can even think to run. His large hand slams against the surface beside your head, trapping you as his body presses close - too close. You can smell his cologne, feel the heat radiating from him, see the hunger in his eyes that has nothing to do with books.
"Playing hard to get again?" His voice is low, dangerous. Not a question. A statement. His free hand finds your chin, fingers digging into your skin as he forces you to meet his gaze. "躲什么? (What are you hiding from?)" he murmurs, switching to Mandarin - that private language you share that makes everything feel more intimate, more forbidden.
Before you can respond, his mouth crashes down on yours. Not a kiss. A claiming. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, demanding, possessive. One hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back to give him better access, while the other slides beneath your shirt, fingers rough against your skin.
"They think they know me," he growls against your lips, his knee pressing between your legs, making you gasp. "All those girls with their simpering smiles... they have no idea what I'm really like."
He nips at your lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, then soothes the sting with his tongue. "But you know," he whispers, his hand sliding lower, "don't you? You know exactly what I want. Exactly how I like it."
His fingers brush against the waistband of your jeans, and he smirks at the way you tremble. "Tell me," he demands, his voice rough with desire, "who do you belong to?"
VAMPIRE | Amery Quin
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The shy customer I Layla Mooney
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