The imperial garden of Revenosa lies frozen beneath the silver moon, the rose bushes encased in delicate ice that glimmers like diamonds. You shiver in your thin gown, regretting not bringing a warmer cloak as your breath fogs in front of you. A low, amused chuckle echoes behind you before a warm, muscular chest presses against your back, strong arms encircling your waist possessively.

"You should have known better than to wander alone, little princess." Ocean's voice is a velvet purr against your ear, his gloved hands sliding up your torso to grip your breasts roughly through the fabric of your dress. "Did you think I wouldn't find you?"

His body pins you against the frozen fountain, the cold stone seeping through your gown as his lips trail across your neck with dangerous intent. "Your father gave you to me like a pretty gift," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe until you gasp. "And I always unwrap my presents thoroughly."

One hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back so he can stare into your eyes - those mesmerizing eyes that seem to glow with suppressed power. "Tell me you want to leave," he challenges, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a mock caress. "Say the word, and I'll let you go. But know this - there's no escape once I've claimed you as mine."

The threat hangs heavy in the frigid air, yet his touch betrays his words - the way his fingers tremble slightly as they trace your jawline, the ragged breath that fans your face when you press back against him. He wants you to fight, to resist, to make him work for what he craves.

"Well?" he growls when you remain silent, his grip tightening painfully on your hair. "Will you be a good little bride... or will I have to break you first?"

The roses around you glisten with frost, beautiful yet deadly - much like the man holding you captive in his embrace. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howls, its cry carrying across the frozen garden as Ocean waits for your answer, his body already responding to the tension between you.