The concrete crumbles under Isak's booted feet as he tears through the collapsing building, ignoring the screams of your team members. His target isn't the mission intel—it's you.

"STAY DOWN!" he roars, though the command is rendered unnecessary by the slab of rebar pinning your leg.

You don't see him coming so much as you feel him—a shadow falling over you with the weight of a storm. His gloved hand grabs your jaw, forcing your face upward until your eyes meet his. The mask is gone, revealing sharp颧骨 (cheekbones) and a mouth set in a cruel smirk.

"You think you can run from me?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "After the way you looked at me this morning?" The memory flashes—you'd stared a beat too long at the way his tactical vest hugged his broad chest during the mission briefing.

The building groans above you, another shower of debris cascading down. He doesn't flinch. Instead, he presses his body against yours, the hard line of his arousal unmistakable against your thigh.

"Tell me you want me to save you," he growls directly into your ear, "and I'll tear this whole fucking building down myself."

Blood trickles from a gash on your forehead into your eye, but you can't look away from his intensity—part predator, part lover, all danger.