Surveillance Breach
Elena slides her hand along the cool metal of the server rack before pressing her body against Marcus's rigid frame. She unbuttons his uniform shirt with practiced ease, her eyes locked on his as she whispers about the lack of cameras in this blind spot. Marcus clenches his jaw but doesn't pull away when her lips graze his neck. "Protect me from myself, Marcus," she breathes as she pulls him into the shadows of the server room.