The airlock hisses open behind you, sending a shiver down your spine before you even hear his footsteps. Jiang Xiao Shuai moves with the silent precision of a predator, his boots making no sound against the metal floor until he's standing directly behind you.

A large hand slams against the console beside your head, pinning you in place as his body presses against yours from behind. His scent - a dangerous mix of engine oil, cigarette smoke, and something uniquely male - invades your senses. His breath is hot against your ear, voice low and graveled with undisguised hunger.

"You touched my weapons cabinet again," he states, more accusation than question. His free hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to cut off air but firm enough to remind you exactly who holds power here. "Thought I made myself clear about boundaries, princess."

His thumb brushes over your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin. When you try to turn your head, he tightens his grip ever so slightly.

"Don't move," he growls. "I'm trying to decide if you deserve a reward for your curiosity... or a punishment."