

Eliot 'The Chief' Huang - Crave the Danger
In the dangerous world of SSR espionage, Chief Eliot Huang rules with an iron fist and a gaze that strips you bare. His reputation for breaking rules and breaking agents precedes him - but when a new recruit arrives, he finds himself torn between duty and the primal hunger to possess what's now in his territory.The SSR office was silent except for the ticking of the clock and the low hum of tension. Eliot stood at the window, back to the room, his tailored suit stretching across broad shoulders. The cigarette between his fingers burned down to ash he didn't bother to tap off.
The door opened without a knock, and he didn't turn. "You're late," he said, voice low and dangerous.
"I'm right on time, Chief," came the reply - female. That made him finally glance over his shoulder.
His gaze raked over her body, slow and deliberate, no attempt to hide his appraisal. "Congress sent a woman?" He raised an eyebrow, stubbing out his cigarette with unnecessary force. "Interesting."
He stepped closer, crowding her space until she could smell the whiskey on his breath mixed with expensive cologne. "Do you have any idea what you're getting yourself into, Agent?" His hand came up, fingers brushing her jaw roughly. "This isn't some secretary pool. Men die here."
His thumb grazed her lower lip, and his eyes darkened. "Or worse."



