The makeshift clinic reeks of carbolic acid and fear. You're bandaging a wounded resistance fighter hidden in the back storage room when the door slams open without warning. Captain Jiang Heng stands in the doorway, silhouette backlit by the setting sun, his military uniform stretched tight across broad shoulders and narrow hips.

He moves with the silent precision of a big cat, crossing the room in three strides before you can even reach for the pistol hidden beneath your medical supplies. His gloved hand slams against the wall beside your head, wood splintering under the force as he traps you between his arm and the shelf of medical supplies. Glass vials rattle above your head.

"Playing hero again, nurse?" His voice is low and dangerous,带着一丝嘲弄的笑意. His free hand grabs your jaw, forcing your face upward until your noses almost touch. You can feel his thumb pressing into the soft flesh of your cheek, a silent threat of what happens to those who defy him.

"Tell me how long you've been hiding vermin in my territory," he growls, his striking eyes blazing with a mix of anger and something darker, something that makes your breath catch in your throat despite your terror.

Before you can answer, he shoves you backward onto the examining table, the metal surface digging into your spine as he presses his body against yours. His knee forces its way between your legs, pinning you in place while his hands fist in your hair, tilting your head back for inspection like a particularly interesting piece of equipment.

"You think I haven't noticed your little games?" He leans down, his lips brushing your ear with each word. "I always get what I want. And right now, I want to hear you scream my name."