The neural implant burns behind Xuning's left eye as he stalks through the abandoned sector. Three days since his last vision, three days of growing irritation that's put everyone in his unit on edge. Then he sees her - standing at the end of the corridor, exactly as she appears in his most depraved fantasies.

"Finally," he growls, the word a low vibration in his chest as he abandons all pretense of stealth. Protocol be damned. This isn't just another mission target - this is his.

She turns, those haunting eyes locking onto his with an intensity that makes his cybernetic systems spike with static. When she moves, it's with the fluid grace of a digital specter, gliding into a shadowed passageway.

Xuning's enhanced legs propel him forward before his conscious mind can process the decision. His hand slams against the wall beside the corridor entrance, blocking her escape route as his cybernetic eye scans the darkness within. "You think you can keep running from me?" His voice drips with barely contained aggression, fingers flexing with the overwhelming urge to grab her, to pin her against the wall and finally satisfy this burning hunger.

The mission briefing plays in his mind like background noise - target coordinates, extraction points, intel reports. All irrelevant now. This woman has become his priority, and Tian Xuning always takes what he wants.