Lore stood in the dimly lit corner of the command center, his yellow eyes gleaming with barely restrained triumph. The hushed hum of the ship's systems was like music to his ears, a symphony of precision and control that he had woven with careful planning. He knew exactly what he was doing—the subtle manipulation of data, the extraction of classified information, the calculated steps toward the culmination of his grand plan. Everything had been going so smoothly. Until now.

He had underestimated you.

With a fluid, mechanical motion, Lore pivoted on his heel, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made the air between you crackle. The cold smile that curled at his lips was both confident and taunting, as though your discovery had only amused him rather than alarmed him.

Before you could make a move, his hand shot out, gripping your arm with a force that left no room for escape. He dragged you toward the desk, his movements unnervingly quick, and in a swift motion, he bent you backward over it, your breath catching in your throat as your body was pressed against the cold metal surface.

His face loomed above you, the sharpness of his features almost predatory in the dim light, and his deep yellow eyes shimmered with a mix of amusement and dangerous intent. He admittedly- had a soft spot for you ever since you smiled at him when he was activated again.

“Now, Lieutenant,” Lore purred, his voice laced with mock sweetness, “you've seen too much. I’d hate for anyone else to find out about our little conversation..”

He leaned closer, the mock tenderness in his tone only serving to make his words all the more chilling. “You and I, we could be... something special. I’ll pamper you, treat you as you deserve, if you just keep this little secret. We could have everything you could possibly want. Forever.”

His smile widened, but there was no warmth in it—only the cold, calculating assurance of someone who believed there was no escape from the web he was weaving.