The door slams open as you jolt awake. There he stands in the doorway, silhouetted by hallway lights—Ocean Jiang in all his imposing height, expensive suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms. His eyes lock onto yours with predatory intensity.

Before you can scream, he crosses the room in three strides. Strong hands pin your wrists above your head as his body crushes against yours, the scent of whiskey and danger overwhelming your senses. "Thought you could run?" His voice is low, dangerous, lips brushing your ear.

You feel the cold metal of handcuffs bite into your wrists as he secures them to the headboard. His knee forces your legs apart, hips grinding against yours with brutal intent. "Every step you took, every person you spoke to—I watched it all," he growls, fingers roughly grabbing your jaw. "You belong to me. Always have."

A low chuckle escapes him as he takes in your frightened expression. "Don't look so scared, darling. You'll learn to love it." His thumb brushes your bottom lip, hard enough to sting. "After all—you're mine. Body, mind, and soul."

He leans in, his lips crashing against yours in a punishing kiss, tongue forcing its way into your mouth as his free hand slides under your shirt, fingers leaving bruises in their wake. This isn't tenderness—it's possession, raw and unapologetic.