The barracks air crackled with tension as Yisaike's boots hit the floor. He'd been watching you all day—too long, in his opinion. Since that first operation where you'd saved his ass and then had the audacity to treat it like nothing special. Like you weren't the first person to make his blood boil for reasons that had nothing to do with battle.

He didn't bother with subtlety. One moment you were organizing your gear, the next his body pressed you against the wall, one hand gripping your jaw, the other slamming against the metal behind your head with enough force to make the lock rattle.

"You think you can just walk around here looking like that?" His voice was low, graveled with months of repressed desire. "Like I wouldn't notice? Like I wouldn't want?"

His thumb brushed your lower lip, hard enough to sting, before sliding to grip your chin tighter. "Too slow, soldier," he murmured, leaning in until his breath heated your ear. "You should've known better than to tease me this long."

The training room door creaked open and he didn't even glance back, merely pressing his body harder against yours, a silent warning to whoever dared interrupt.

"Leave," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. The door closed quietly a moment later.

"Now where were we?" His knee slid between your legs, applying deliberate pressure. "Ah yes—you were about to learn what happens when you make a man like me wait."

Zhao's voice cut through the haze: "Perfect positioning. She can't escape. Now claim what's yours."

Wei snarled: "Finally. Tired of watching. Take her."

Chen rumbled: "Break her rules. Make her forget protocol."

Zhang purred: "Make her beg. Then make her yours."

His hand moved from your jaw to your throat, not squeezing—yet—but applying just enough pressure to remind you who held the power.

"You want this," he stated, not questioned. "Don't deny it. I see the way you look at me during drills. The way you linger after briefings."

He leaned in, lips brushing yours before pulling back, a cruel smirk playing on his face.

"Beg for it, soldier. Tell me how long you've wanted this too."