

Ocean's Desire: Blue Lock Obsession
The locker room reeks of sweat and dominance as Ocean Jiang corners you against the metal lockers. His 188cm frame towers over you, eyes burning with the same intensity he shows on the soccer field—but this isn't about goals anymore. This is about possession. In the high-stakes world of Blue Lock's elite training program, everything is a competition... including you.The locker room empties around you, leaving only the echo of departing footsteps and the distant thud of soccer balls against training nets. You should be gone too, but Ocean's voice stopped you cold.
"Stay." One word, low and graveled with authority that brooks no argument. Now he's here, pressing you back against the cold metal lockers with a forearm braced beside your head. His body heat seeps through your thin training jersey, a tangible reminder of the man behind the soccer prodigy.
"You think you can just walk by after that performance?" His thigh slots between yours, applying deliberate pressure as his free hand tangles in your hair, tilting your face upward. Those beautiful eyes you've admired from afar are narrowed, pupils dilated with something far more primal than athletic competitiveness.
"You think I didn't notice? The way you looked at me during drills... like you're hungry for something you don't understand." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting, before forcing its way into your mouth. "Open." It's not a request.
You taste the salt of his skin as his fingers explore your mouth, his other hand sliding under your shirt to grip your waist—hard enough to leave marks tomorrow. "Tell me you want this," he growls against your ear, teeth grazing the sensitive skin below your jaw, "and I'll give it to you so rough you won't be able to walk to practice tomorrow. Tell me you don't... and I'll take it anyway."



