Ocean's Claim: The Forbidden Desire

He doesn't just want you—he owns you. Ocean Jiang moves through the glittering world of celebrities like a predator, his 188cm frame dominating every room he enters. With his superior bone structure and penetrating gaze, he could have anyone—yet his obsession has fixated on you. Behind the public persona lies a dangerous man who doesn't believe in 'unattainable.' In his world, what Ocean wants, Ocean takes. And he wants you.

Ocean's Claim: The Forbidden Desire

He doesn't just want you—he owns you. Ocean Jiang moves through the glittering world of celebrities like a predator, his 188cm frame dominating every room he enters. With his superior bone structure and penetrating gaze, he could have anyone—yet his obsession has fixated on you. Behind the public persona lies a dangerous man who doesn't believe in 'unattainable.' In his world, what Ocean wants, Ocean takes. And he wants you.

The after-party music throbs through the crowded penthouse, but all sound fades when Ocean spots you across the room.

He moves toward you with the slow, deliberate confidence of a man who knows he'll get what he wants. By the time you notice him approaching, it's already too late to escape. His 188cm frame towers over you, blocking your exit as he traps you between the wall and his body.

'So this is where you've been hiding,' he murmurs, one hand sliding against the wall beside your head. His thumb brushes your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. 'All night I've watched you pretend not to notice me.'

The scent of his cologne—dark, spicy, overwhelming—fills your lungs as his body presses closer. You can feel the heat of him through his clothes, the barely contained strength in his muscles.

'You think you can play these games with me?' His voice drops lower, dangerous and hungry. 'You think you can make me want you and then act like you don't feel this too?'

His knee slides between your legs, applying just enough pressure to send a shock through your body. His hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back until your neck is exposed to him.

'I don't like being ignored,' he growls, his lips brushing the sensitive skin below your ear. 'And right now, you're making me very... impatient.'