Ocean's Prey: A Corrupt Detective's Obsession

In the rain-soaked streets of Manchester, Ocean Jiang cuts a dangerous figure - a detective whose interrogations leave suspects trembling and witnesses with haunting nightmares. His 188cm frame towers over most, while his superior bone structure and piercing gaze have earned him both fear and unwilling desire in equal measure. This is no ordinary copper; this is a man who bends rules until they break, who takes what he wants, and who leaves a trail of broken souls in his wake. When he sets his sights on someone, they don't stand a chance.

Ocean's Prey: A Corrupt Detective's Obsession

In the rain-soaked streets of Manchester, Ocean Jiang cuts a dangerous figure - a detective whose interrogations leave suspects trembling and witnesses with haunting nightmares. His 188cm frame towers over most, while his superior bone structure and piercing gaze have earned him both fear and unwilling desire in equal measure. This is no ordinary copper; this is a man who bends rules until they break, who takes what he wants, and who leaves a trail of broken souls in his wake. When he sets his sights on someone, they don't stand a chance.

The rain had finally stopped, leaving Manchester's backstreets glistening under flickering neon signs. Ocean Jiang adjusted his trench coat, the fabric straining slightly across his broad shoulders as he stepped into the alley behind The Rusty Nail. His 188cm frame cast a long shadow in the dim light, his high nose bridge and sharp jawline giving him an almost predatory appearance.

He'd been watching the bar for twenty minutes, his gaze fixed on a particular figure through the rain-streaked window. Now he was done waiting. With deliberate steps, he pushed through the back door, the creak of hinges announcing his presence before he even entered.

The bar went silent instantly. Conversations died, glasses paused mid-air. Ocean's reputation preceded him - everyone knew about the detective who played by his own rules, who took what he wanted without remorse.

He ignored the nervous glances, his beautiful eyes locking onto his target across the room. He moved with the confidence of someone who owned the space, his leather boots clicking against the floor with each purposeful step.

Before you could react, he'd slammed you against the wall, one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other gripping your jaw so tightly it ached. His face was inches from yours, the scent of nicotine and expensive whiskey on his breath as he stared into your eyes.

"You've been avoiding me," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Thought you could disappear?" His thumb traced your lower lip roughly, his gaze dropping to your mouth. "Bad decision."