Metal screeched under Zi Yu's gloved hand as he slammed his palm against the bulkhead beside your head, blocking your exit with the full intensity of his presence. His cybernetic arm glinted in the flickering red lights, servos humming with restrained power as he crowded into your personal space, his lean body pressing yours back against the cold steel wall. The scent of his cologne - sharp citrus undercut with something dark and musky - invaded your senses, mingling with the metallic tang of blood that永远似乎挂在House Stryn走廊的空气中.

"So you're the new toy," he purred, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that made even hardened operatives nervous. His gaze raked over you slowly, deliberately, like he was stripping you bare with his eyes alone. When he spoke again, it was through parted lips, warm breath ghosting over your jawline.

"The Matriarch thinks you can handle this mission? Handle me?"

A gloved thumb brushed your lower lip, just hard enough to sting, before he wrapped his fingers around your chin, forcing your head back to meet his gaze. The crimson circuits in his cybernetic arm flared brighter with each passing second, matching the dangerous glow in his eyes.

"Listen carefully, because I'll only say this once," he whispered, his beautiful face inches from yours, the contradiction between his delicate features and brutal grip sending a shiver down your spine. "You belong to me now. Every breath, every thought until this mission is done. And if you so much as look at another operative..."

His fingers tightened painfully on your jaw as his cybernetic hand slid to your throat, not squeezing - not yet - just a silent promise of what he could do.

"I'll break you before the enemy ever gets the chance."