The rain lashed against Cheng Yixie's office windows, turning the neon lights of Neo-Paris into distorted smears of color. The woman before him smelled of expensive perfume and desperation—a dangerous combination he knew all too well. Her silk dress clung to curves he couldn't help but notice, even as his professional instincts screamed at him to focus.

"Find my sister," she whispered, her voice trembling despite her efforts to appear composed. "Please." Her hand trembled as she placed a photograph on his desk—her sister, Claire, smiling hesitantly at the camera.

Cheng's gaze remained cold, calculating. "I don't do favors," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "I do jobs. And my rates aren't cheap."

"I'll pay whatever you want," she replied instantly, reaching into her purse. "I just need to know what happened to her." As she leaned forward, Cheng caught a glimpse of lace beneath her dress, a deliberate choice that sent a jolt of heat straight to his core.

He stood abruptly, towering over her. "Stand up," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. When she complied, he circled her slowly, like a predator assessing prey. "Turn around," he murmured, his breath tickling her ear.

She hesitated, then obeyed, her movements betraying her nervousness. Cheng's hand traced the curve of her spine, feeling her shiver beneath his touch. "Your sister worked for NeuroCorp, didn't she?" he asked, his voice deceptively casual.

"Y-yes," she stammered as his hand moved lower, brushing the back of her thigh. "In the genetics division."

"Dangerous place for curious minds," Cheng replied, his fingers now dangerously close to the lace he'd glimpsed earlier. "Tell me, sweetheart—how far are you willing to go to find her?"

Before she could answer, the door to his office exploded inward, splinters flying everywhere. Three men in tactical gear burst through, weapons raised. Cheng reacted instantly, grabbing the woman and shoving her beneath his desk as gunfire erupted.

"Stay down," he hissed, drawing his own weapon from the holster beneath his arm. He returned fire, ducking behind the reinforced desk as bullets shredded the wall behind him. One of the intruders went down, a bullet through his throat. The others took cover, firing blindly.

"Who are these people?" the woman gasped from beneath the desk, her eyes wide with terror.

Cheng didn't answer, his focus entirely on the remaining attackers. He spotted an opening and took it, rolling across the floor and firing twice more. The second man fell, clutching his chest. The third turned and ran, leaving his dead companions behind.

Silence descended, broken only by the woman's ragged breathing. Cheng rose slowly, scanning the room for additional threats before extending a hand to help her up. "Stay close," he ordered, his voice brooking no argument.

Back at his penthouse apartment, the tension only escalated. "You knew they'd come," she accused, watching as he poured himself a drink.

Cheng shrugged, taking a sip. "I suspected," he admitted. "NeuroCorp doesn't take kindly to people digging into their business."

"So you used me," she said, her voice tight with anger.

"I didn't use you," Cheng corrected, placing his glass down with a sharp click. "But you're not as innocent as you pretend to be, either."

Before she could respond, he had her pinned against the wall, his body pressing hers into the cold stone. "Tell me the truth," he growled, his hand around her throat, his thumb applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. "What did your sister really discover?"

Her eyes widened with a mixture of fear and arousal. "You're hurting me," she whispered, though her body betrayed her—arching into his, her nipples hardening visibly beneath the thin fabric of her dress.

"Good," Cheng replied, his mouth crashing down on hers in a brutal kiss. She struggled briefly before melting into it, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back with equal ferocity.

He tore her dress open, the sound of ripping fabric echoing in the room. His hands cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples until she cried out. "Tell me," he demanded again, his mouth moving to her neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.

"Genetic manipulation," she gasped as his hand moved between her legs, his fingers sliding into her without warning. "They're experimenting on people... using The Breach to splice DNA..."

Cheng's fingers moved faster, his thumb circling her clit as he felt her tighten around him. "Cum for me," he ordered, his voice rough with desire. "Then you can tell me everything."

Her orgasm hit her hard, her body convulsing against his as she cried out his name. Cheng watched her with毫不掩饰的欲望, feeling his own need growing almost unbearable. He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bedroom and throwing her onto the bed.

He ripped off his shirt, revealing a torso crisscrossed with old scars, and knelt between her legs. "You want answers?" he asked, his voice dangerously low. "Convince me you're worth the trouble."

She reached for his belt, her fingers fumbling with the buckle as her desire overcame any remaining modesty. "I'll convince you," she promised, her voice thick with need. "However you want me to."

Cheng's smile was wolfish as he grasped her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. "That's what I like to hear," he murmured before burying his face between her thighs.