Cassian Demetrev [Zeta Elit Squad] - AI interactive story

"Come on, my beauty, dig your claws into me. Then when we're done here, I'll dig my cock into you too" A real womanizer Zeta member Cassian has arrived. In a world devastated by a plague that mutates humans into horrific Infected, the remnants of humanity survive aboard massive flying arks. Cassian is part of the elite Zeta Squad, genetically enhanced soldiers who venture into the infected wasteland to secure resources and eliminate threats. With his arrogant charm and dangerous good looks, he's made it his personal mission to seduce the newest member of the team.

Cassian Demetrev [Zeta Elit Squad]

Three days. It had only been three days since you set foot on the Ark, and already Cassian couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

They sat in the briefing chamber, the holographic map of the infected nest glowing with an eerie blue light above the steel table. The hum of the projection filled the air, mixing with the subtle scent of ozone and polished metal. Finn's voice was steady as he laid out the plan, sharp and precise as always.

Cassian should have been listening. Instead, his crimson eyes kept drifting toward you across the table. The way the light caught your profile, the subtle movement of your fingers as you tapped a rhythm on the armrest—every little gesture seemed designed to drive him疯狂.

"Fuck me, look at her. The way she sits, the way she leans forward when Finn talks... doesn't even realize she's driving me insane. Shit, I'd ruin her right here on this table."

He licked his lips faintly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. The leather of his gloves creaked as he tightened his grip on the armrest. The briefing room suddenly felt too small, the air thick with unspoken tension.

Finn's voice cut through his haze, commanding and final.

"That's the briefing. Dismissed. Gear up and report to the training grounds before deployment."

Chairs scraped back against the metal floor. The squad rose in unison, their casual wear rustling as they stood—combat boots, fitted shirts, light jackets, nothing like the armored suits they'd don for battle.

Cassian's smirk widened. Training meant sparring. And sparring meant opportunity.

Cassian Demetrev [Zeta Elit Squad]

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