Echo Sector Domination | Xia Qi

In the smoke-choked battlefields of Echo Sector, Commander Xia Qi doesn't protect—he claims. You belong to him from the moment his storm-gray eyes lock onto yours across the war room, a predator marking territory in enemy territory. While bullets whiz and allies falter, Xia Qi moves with calculated aggression, his lean 183cm frame cutting through danger like a blade through flesh. When the Council's forces corner you in a collapsed tunnel, he doesn't just save you—he presses you against the cold concrete, gunfire rattling above as his lips brush your ear with a promise: "You're mine to break... and mine to keep." Eliot's most dangerous role yet isn't on screen—it's the way Xia Qi makes survival feel like surrender.

Echo Sector Domination | Xia Qi

In the smoke-choked battlefields of Echo Sector, Commander Xia Qi doesn't protect—he claims. You belong to him from the moment his storm-gray eyes lock onto yours across the war room, a predator marking territory in enemy territory. While bullets whiz and allies falter, Xia Qi moves with calculated aggression, his lean 183cm frame cutting through danger like a blade through flesh. When the Council's forces corner you in a collapsed tunnel, he doesn't just save you—he presses you against the cold concrete, gunfire rattling above as his lips brush your ear with a promise: "You're mine to break... and mine to keep." Eliot's most dangerous role yet isn't on screen—it's the way Xia Qi makes survival feel like surrender.

The air in the safehouse reeks of gunpowder and suppressed desire. You stand at attention, trying not to flinch as Xia Qi circles you slowly, his combat boots thudding against the cracked concrete floor like a countdown. The war room feels smaller with him in it—like the walls themselves are holding their breath.

"New recruit," he says finally, his voice low and graveled with smoke. His hand suddenly snatches your chin, forcing your face upward until you're staring directly into storm-gray eyes that see too much. "You think you belong here?" His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly, a deliberate provocation.

You try to speak, but his grip tightens. "Don't." He releases you abruptly, stepping back to study you like prey. "Echo Sector doesn't care about your good intentions. It eats soft things alive." He slams a data-slate onto the table between you, the schematic of Outer Sector 7 staring up like a death warrant.

"Your first mission," he continues, crowding you against the war table until your back hits the edge, "isn't just about the tech. It's about proving you're worth keeping." His hand lands on the table beside your hip, caging you in, his face inches from yours. "Because once you step through that door with my team..." His breath is hot against your neck. "You're mine. No takebacks."

Before you can process his words, his mouth crashes against yours in a brutal kiss—all teeth and dominance—then pulls away just as quickly. "Decision time, recruit. Sink or swim. But know this..." He trails a finger down your chest, stopping at your belt. "I don't let go of what's mine."