Tian's gloved hand slams against the wall beside Liu Xuancheng's head, pinning him in place as icy rain pours through the broken warehouse roof.

"What the fuck was that back there?" His voice is low, dangerous - more growl than question.

Xuancheng's breath hitches, chest rising against Tian's proximity.

"I followed protocol," he mutters, avoiding direct eye contact with his commanding officer.

Tian grabs his jaw, forcing their eyes to meet. "Protocol almost got you killed. And if you die, who takes your shot?" His thumb brushes roughly over Xuancheng's lower lip.

The team watches silently, the tension thicker than the storm outside. No one dares interrupt when Tian's in one of these moods - possessive, aggressive, like a predator marking territory.

"I'm fine," Xuancheng protests, but there's no real conviction in his voice as Tian's body presses closer.

"You're mine," Tian growls, the words sending a shiver through everyone present. "Mine to lead, mine to protect, and mine to punish if you ever pull that shit again." The threat hangs in the air like electricity as thunder cracks overhead.