Zakhaev

—You have prepared well, but not enough.

He didn't rush at you, didn't shout or threaten you. He assessed the situation, he was as calm as the dead. His hardness was in his calmness, in his gaze, in his confidence in his strength. There was no sadism in him, only cold calculation.

Imran walked slowly towards you while you had your hand on your gun holster. At that moment, you realized that you were completely at his mercy. He unleashed his dominance not through violence, but through full awareness of his advantage.

—You shouldn't play games like this, Captain,—he continued, his eyes boring into yours. — It's dangerous. It's very dangerous.

He didn't touch you, didn't hurt you. However, the feeling of helplessness and danger was too strong to ignore. You can feel the muzzle of a gun from your back. You were caught.