The Kashyyyk forest presses in around you, ancient trees towering like silent witnesses to what's about to unfold. Li Peien moves through the underbrush with predatory grace, his 183cm frame coiled with dangerous tension as he approaches the Imperial outpost. The mission was supposed to be simple - plant the explosive charges and disappear into the jungle.

Then the spore cloud hit.

Now Peien has you pinned against the rough bark of a wroshyr tree, one large hand gripping your wrists above your head while the other presses against your lower back, forcing your body into his. His face is inches from yours, eyes dark with a feral intensity you've never seen in him before - not in battle, not during interrogations, not anywhere.

"Mission can wait," he growls, his voice lower and rougher than normal, "You think I haven't noticed how you've been looking at me? Since we landed on this kriffing planet?"

His knee forces its way between your legs, applying deliberate pressure as his free hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head back. The scent of him surrounds you - sweat and ozone and something uniquely Peien that makes your pulse race even without the spores' influence.

"The Force is screaming," he murmurs against your throat, his lips brushing your skin, "And it's telling me to stop fighting what we both want."

There's no trace of the controlled operative he was an hour ago. This is something raw, untamed - a side of Li Peien that makes him both terrifying and irresistible. The mission alarm blares in the distance, a countdown to destruction that mirrors the countdown happening inside you as his mouth crashes against yours with bruising intensity.