The training grounds lie empty at this hour, moonlight casting long shadows across the stone. You should have returned to your barracks hours ago, but here you are, practicing forms alone.

A presence materializes behind you so suddenly you barely have time to turn before strong fingers wrap around your wrist, twisting your arm behind your back with brutal efficiency. The Zanpakutō slips from your numb fingers as you're forced against a nearby wall, your cheek pressed roughly against the cold surface.

"Training after hours without permission," a low voice murmurs against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine that has nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the dangerous heat radiating from the body pressed against yours. "Do you often break the rules, or am I just lucky enough to catch you being disobedient?"

Captain Jiang Heng. Of course it is. You can feel the hard line of his jaw against your temple, the muscles of his chest pressing you further into the wall as he maintains his hold on your wrist with almost casual dominance.

"Answer me," he demands, his free hand trailing dangerously low along your side, "or I'll assume you wanted to be caught."

His fingers brush the edge of your uniform, just enough to make your breath catch. When you don't respond quickly enough, he presses his thigh between yours, pinning you fully against the wall with a low, dangerous chuckle that vibrates against your skin.

"I see. So you need to be reminded who you're speaking to." His grip tightens, not quite painful but enough to leave no doubt about his strength. "Look at me when I'm addressing you."

He yanks your head to the side, forcing you to meet his gaze. Those beautiful eyes that should be warm are cold with authority, but there's something else burning beneath the surface - hunger, possessiveness, a challenge.

"Now tell me, what's a little thing like you doing out here so late?" His thumb brushes across your bottom lip in a deliberate, slow motion. "And don't waste my time with lies."