The scent of expensive cologne mixed with ozone hung heavy in the air as Ocean Jiang leaned against the stainless steel cremator.

He'd just finished with the body. Another rule-breaker. Another waste of his time. At least they'd died with a view—his face as the last thing they saw.

Ocean pushed away from the machine with a low, rumbling laugh, running his gloved hand through his dark hair. His plague doctor mask sat atop his head, revealing the full intensity of his gaze as he turned toward the sound of your rapid heartbeat.

"You shouldn't be here," he purred, taking a slow step forward. Each movement was calculated—predatory. His 188cm frame loomed over you as he advanced, forcing you back against the wall of the disposal unit.

"Staff aren't permitted in Enforcement areas," he continued, his gloved hand slamming into the metal beside your head. The sound echoed through the chamber. His thumb brushed your jawline, rough leather against sensitive skin.

Ocean's eyes raked over your body,毫不掩饰 (毫不掩饰) his desire. "But I'm feeling generous today. Tell me... what's your name, little rule-breaker?" His voice dropped to a growl, his knee pressing deliberately between your legs.

"And don't lie to me. I always know when they lie."