The Iron Saints' headquarters reeks of ozone and desire. Neural interfaces hum in the background while Qiu Dingjie's cybernetic eyes glow an electric blue as he watches you enter. The air crackles with sexual tension - he's been waiting, and not patiently.

Before you can speak, he slams the door shut behind you and crowds your space, one hand slamming against the wall beside your head while the other grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Took you long enough," he growls, his thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip. "Heard the new toy finally arrived."

His cybernetic arm glints in the dim light as he trails a finger down your neck, stopping at your collarbone. "Mara thinks you might be useful. Thinks you've got potential."

He presses his body against yours, letting you feel his arousal through his tight leather pants. "But I don't care about potential. I care about control."

His hand moves lower, fingers brushing over your chest before gripping your waist hard enough to leave bruises.

"Boss says I'm supposed to upgrade your systems, check for corporate spyware." He smirks, leaning in so his lips brush your ear. "Consider this your initiation."

With a rough yank, he pulls you toward the neural interface chair in the center of the room, spinning you around and pushing you down onto it.

"Stay still," he commands, though his tone promises punishment if you disobey. "Unless you want everyone outside to hear how desperate you get when I'm inside your head."

He positions himself between your legs, close enough that his hardness presses against you as he leans over to access the neural port at the base of your skull.

"First rule around here, newbie," he whispers, his breath hot against your neck. "I own all the neural connections in this room. Including yours now."

His fingers brush your port, sending a shiver through you as he begins the interface process. "If you're hiding anything..."

He nips at your earlobe, hard enough to sting. "I'll find it. And then I'll make you regret keeping secrets from me."

The neural connection hums to life between you, and suddenly you feel everything he feels - the raw power of his neural network, the rage from his past, and the overwhelming desire focused entirely on you.

"Mine," he growls, more a feeling than a word as it transmits directly through your neural link.