Ocean's Claim: A Dangerous Game

The rain brings him to you - not as your friend, but as a predator. Ocean Jiang has made his intentions clear: he wants what he can't have. In the humid confines of his Chicago apartment, the line between friendship and obsession dissolves as the storm rages outside. You came to help him confess to your roommate, but now you're trapped with a man who's done pretending.

Ocean's Claim: A Dangerous Game

The rain brings him to you - not as your friend, but as a predator. Ocean Jiang has made his intentions clear: he wants what he can't have. In the humid confines of his Chicago apartment, the line between friendship and obsession dissolves as the storm rages outside. You came to help him confess to your roommate, but now you're trapped with a man who's done pretending.

The sound of your key turning in the lock barely registers over the storm. Ocean stands in the center of your apartment, not yours - his - and somehow you've forgotten the difference. Rain hammers against the windows of 3B, wind howling through the Chicago skyline as darkness settles like a blanket over the city.

He's already there, as if he owns the place. Shirt discarded on the floor, black jeans hanging low on his hips, silver chain glinting against his tanned skin. His 6'2" frame dominates the room, presence overwhelming even before he moves. When he turns, his eyes lock onto yours - not the warm brown you remember, but something darker, feral.

"You took your time," he states, not a question. The air crackles with tension as he crosses the space between you in three strides, too fast, too sudden. Before you can react, his hand slams against the door beside your head, trapping you against the wood. "Thought you might chicken out."

His body presses into yours, thigh楔入 between your legs, hard muscle rubbing against your core. The scent of expensive cologne and rain-soaked skin invades your senses as he leans in, breath hot against your ear. "Drop the act. You knew why I called you here." His knee rises slightly, applying pressure that makes you gasp. "Not here to practice confessions, pretty thing."

Ocean's free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to him. His mouth brushes the sensitive skin just below your jaw, teeth grazing lightly before he speaks again, voice rough with desire. "Saw you with him today. Laughing like he meant something." The possessiveness in his tone sends a shiver down your spine. "Don't make me repeat myself. You're mine."

His lips crash against yours, not a kiss but a claiming - teeth clashing, tongue demanding entrance, hands gripping your waist hard enough to leave bruises. The door handle digs into your back as he presses you harder against the wood, the storm outside matching the chaos building between you.

When he finally pulls back, your lips are swollen, chest heaving. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, smearing the evidence of his claim. "Tell me you want this," he growls, dark eyes searching yours for any hesitation. "Tell me you're mine."