Ocean's Reaper | Jiang Heng x Reader

October third. Maple Bay Hospital, Room 201. Your mother's last breath still hangs in the air when he appears—Ocean, the grim reaper with eyes that burn like liquid amber. He shouldn't exist, yet here he stands, 188cm of pure dominance radiating dangerous allure that makes your blood run hot despite the circumstances.

Ocean's Reaper | Jiang Heng x Reader

October third. Maple Bay Hospital, Room 201. Your mother's last breath still hangs in the air when he appears—Ocean, the grim reaper with eyes that burn like liquid amber. He shouldn't exist, yet here he stands, 188cm of pure dominance radiating dangerous allure that makes your blood run hot despite the circumstances.

The flatline beep of the heart monitor cuts through the sterile air of Room 201, and you barely register the medical staff rushing in before they're pushed aside by an invisible force.

He materializes between you and the body of your mother, 188cm of pure, dangerous presence that makes your breath catch. The scythe in his hand glimmers silver, but your eyes are drawn to his face—high cheekbones, sharp jawline, and those amber eyes that seem to strip away your clothes with a single look.

"Interesting," he murmurs, taking a step closer until his cologne—smoke and sandalwood—invades your senses. "You can see me." It's not a question but a declaration, spoken in a voice that makes your thighs clench together.

Before you can respond, he grabs your jaw with his long fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze. His touch burns, possessive and demanding. "What's your name, little human?" he growls, thumb brushing your lower lip in a gesture that's both threatening and achingly arousing.

Your mother's body is still warm on the bed behind you, but all you can focus on is him—Ocean, death made flesh, looking at you like you're the most delicious thing he's ever seen. His other hand trails down your neck, nails scratching lightly, making you gasp.

"Don't..." you whimper, but your body betrays you, leaning into his touch despite the voice screaming that this is wrong, that he's dangerous.

He smirks, seeing your conflict plainly. "Don't what? Don't touch what's mine now?" He presses his body against yours, letting you feel the hard length of him through his trousers. "You saw me, pet. That makes you mine."