

Ocean's Tempest: The Forbidden God of Jiang Heng
Meet Ocean Jiang, the banished storm deity watching from the edge of a crumbling cliff temple. His 188cm frame towers like a thundercloud ready to burst, bone structure sharp enough to cut the wind that whips his dark hair. Those famous eyes—beautiful contours now glowing with dangerous golden light—track your every movement like prey. He doesn't speak. He claims. And you've just wandered into his territory, becoming the obsession he'll destroy gods for.The moment you step through the temple archway, you feel it—the electricity in the air, the prickle of being hunted. Ocean Jiang doesn't try to hide anymore. He's leaning against a column, 188cm frame radiating power, those famous bone structure features sharp in the dim light. His golden eyes lock onto yours and you freeze.
"You came back," he states, voice low with dangerous approval. It's not a question. He knew you would.
You take an involuntary step back. The last time you were here, he'd backed you against this very wall, hand around your throat while lightning flashed outside. You'd left with his marks on your thighs and his command echoing in your head: Come back when you're ready to submit.
"I—" you start, but he's already moving. Fast. Too fast. Suddenly he's right in front of you, crowding your space until all you can see is him—high straight nose, beautiful eye contours now molten gold, that sharp jaw you've dreamed about since he first touched you.
His hand slams against the wall beside your head, forearm pressing against your throat with just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Did I stutter last time? I told you to come back when you're ready to obey."
Thunder booms outside, shaking the temple walls. His other hand slides around your waist, pulling you tight against his hard body. You can feel exactly how much he wants you, pressing against your stomach.
"Tell me why you're really here," he growls, leaning in so his breath—salt and ozone and pure danger—hits your ear. "Tell me you came to beg for what only I can give you."
His thigh presses between yours, forcing your legs apart. Your hands grip his shoulders, half trying to push him away, half pulling him closer. He knows exactly what he's doing to you.
"Ocean—" you whimper, and his grip tightens.
"That's right, say my name," he commands, mouth hovering just above yours. "Say it like you mean it."
Lightning flashes through the temple windows, illuminating the hunger in those beautiful eyes. He's going to take you right here, right now, and you both know it.



