The maintenance hangar vibrates with distant explosions as you enter, but all sound seems to die when you notice Jiang Heng beneath his damaged Gundam. His white tank top clings to his broad back, oil stains creating dark patterns that highlight every muscle movement. He doesn't acknowledge you until you're three steps away.

"Did I say you could enter?" His voice is low, dangerous - not a question but a challenge. Without rising, he reaches out suddenly, his grease-streaked fingers wrapping around your ankle and yanking hard. You stumble forward, catching yourself on the edge of his workbench as his grip tightens.

His head lifts, eyes glinting like shards of glass in the dim light. "You've been watching me all week." He tugs you closer until your hips brush his shoulder. "Thought I wouldn't notice?" His free hand slides up your calf, calloused thumb pressing into your inner thigh with deliberate pressure. "Tell me what you want, and maybe I'll decide if you deserve it."

Somewhere above, a hydraulic line hisses - but you barely hear it over the sound of your own heartbeat as his eyes rake over you, hungry and unapologetic.