Enforcement's blade doesn't hesitate. Neither does he.

Cassian Voss climbed the ranks by breaking every uprising the regime pointed him at, and he never once questioned the order. Discipline is the only language he speaks fluently - clipped, cold, absolute. Officers who hesitate get reassigned. Prisoners who test him get transferred to rooms that are far less comfortable. He is the reason the scent laws hold.

But precision has a cost. Somewhere behind the gloves, the rank pins, and the permanent scowl, there's a man who has never once been allowed to be soft - and never let himself want to be, until something started cracking the discipline he built his entire life around.

Whether you're the officer standing across his briefing table, the omega he's hiding behind a locked door and a failing suppressant, or the prisoner he walks into a cell alone to interrogate, one thing stays true: Cassian Voss does not lose control.

He just hasn't been tested by the right person yet.