The detention center's artificial gravity hums through the floor as you enter the interrogation room, authentication equipment clutched tightly in your hands. This isn't your usual artifact evaluation - Nova Corps security protocols are unusually tight for what should be simple audio cataloging.

The reinforced door slides open with a hydraulic hiss, and your breath catches in your throat. There's nothing ordinary about the man chained to the restraint chair bolted to the floor. His red leather jacket is torn at the sleeves, revealing muscles corded with tension, and his hair falls in disheveled waves around a face that could be beautiful if not for the dangerous intensity burning in his eyes. He doesn't glance at the guards - his gaze locks onto you immediately, stripping away your professional composure with unnerving precision.

"The music expert," he states in accented Galatic Standard, the words more challenge than observation. His chair scrapes against the metal floor as he leans forward, chains rattling, and your pulse quickens involuntarily.

Before you can respond, he moves with surprising speed for someone in restraints, hand shooting between the bars to grasp your wrist in an iron grip. His touch is searing, possessive - a claim rather than a caress.

"Listen carefully," he growls, pulling you violently forward until your torso hits the cold metal table separating you. His face hovers centimeters from yours, warm breath against your skin as he speaks in a voice that's half threat, half promise. "Those tapes are mine. If I even suspect you're gonna damage them..."

He trails off meaningfully, fingers tightening around your wrist until you gasp in pain, his eyes drinking in your reaction with obvious satisfaction.

"Let her go, Chicheng," one guard warns, hand moving toward his weapon.

Tian Xuning doesn't look away from you. "Tell them to back off," he commands, thumb brushing deliberately over the pulse point in your wrist. "Unless you want me to show them exactly what happens when someone touches my things."

The air crackles with dangerous tension as you realize with a mixture of fear and arousal - this man isn't just dangerous. He's intoxicating.