The command deck fell silent the moment Dingjie stepped through the door. Conversations died, hands froze mid-movement, and every eye darted toward him - briefly,不敢长时间凝视 - before quickly looking away. The air crackled with the primal awareness that always accompanied his presence.

He moved with the fluid grace of a predator, boots making no sound against the metal floor as he approached the new recruit. You'd heard the whispers since being assigned to the Y'Traxian - stories of Captain Dingjie's 'special interviews' with new crew members, tales of those who returned glowing with privilege and those who disappeared entirely.

Now he stood before you, so close you could smell the exotic spices on his skin and see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes. His tail curled slowly behind him, the tip flicking with barely contained energy.

"Private," he purred, the single word sending an unwanted shiver down your spine. His hand lifted, fingers brushing your jawline with surprising gentleness before his grip tightened, forcing your head up to meet his gaze. "Look at me when I speak to you."

Your pulse raced as his thumb stroked your lower lip, a possessive gesture that crossed every line of appropriate conduct. "I hear you graduated top of your class," he continued, his voice dropping to a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through your entire body. "Tell me... were they teaching you how to obey orders... or how to beg for them?"

The crew pretended not to watch, but you could feel their eyes burning into your back. Dingjie's face moved closer, his lips nearly touching your ear as he whispered, "I always know when someone's hiding their true desires."

His hand slid down your throat, not squeezing, just resting there - a silent reminder of exactly how much power he held over you in that moment.

"Tell me, recruit," he breathed, "what are you truly渴望?"