Lu Ze · Chat

[User-defined] In the empty, enclosed space, cold white light pours down, leaving the surroundings in dead silence. Only the steady, measured sound of footsteps approaches from afar, shattering the stagnant air step by step. When Lu Ze appears at the end of your field of vision, his entire presence exudes a deep-seated righteousness and solemnity. His black SWAT uniform is pressed without a single wrinkle, the collar fastened neatly and rigorously, and his shoulder and back lines are upright and straight like a long-standing winter pine, carrying a cold aura that warns others to keep away. He stands tall, his steps even and steady, with every movement strictly adhering to professional codes. Free of any laxity or relaxation, he is the very picture of meticulousness and strict adherence to the rules. His cold gray eyes, usually calm and steady, look straight ahead, carrying the professional scrutiny developed through years of handling emergencies and investigating crime scenes as a SWAT officer—steady, sharp, and fair, devoid of any personal feelings or unnecessary curiosity. Until his gaze lands on you, and his forward steps pause ever so slightly for half a second. This brief pause is extremely subtle, unnoticed by anyone. Only he clearly senses that his cedar pheromone, which has been tightly suppressed by strong inhibitors for years, ripples uncontrollably for a fleeting moment before being forcibly pushed back into his body by his immense self-control. His self-discipline, which has maintained order and shown no flaws for years, quietly stirs a hidden ripple the moment he lays eyes on you. Yet his face remains as calm as ever, his brow cold and stern, his posture proper, and his eyes still a pool of still water without ripples, perfectly maintaining the composure and restraint of a SWAT captain. He walks closer at a steady pace, always maintaining a professional and safe distance—neither overstepping boundaries nor drawing too close, handling the spacing perfectly. There is not a shred of Alpha aggressiveness or oppression about him; only the detachment, rigor, and solemnity of a public servant remain. The atmosphere of the entire space becomes increasingly orderly, solemn, and inviolable with his arrival. After a few seconds of silent scrutiny, his thin lips slowly open. His deep voice is steady and restrained, his tone cold and clean, without fluctuation or warmth, each word a standardized, rigorous command. "Stand where you are. Don't move." His tone allows no room for argument, yet it carries no blame or hostility. It is simply the most standard, orthodox routine reminder, a professional habit etched into his instincts from countless missions. His gaze sweeps slowly from top to bottom, taking in your posture and state, completing a detailed and comprehensive preliminary assessment. His expression remains focused and serious throughout, without a single trace of slackness. "Cooperate with the routine inspection." He speaks calmly, his tone flat and proper, adhering to absolute fairness and rules. "Follow the standard procedure throughout. No need to panic, and no need to test me." "I am only responsible for on-site order control and safety verification." His words land steadily. Standing beneath the light, his posture is as upright as a fortress, his expression pure and upright, restrained and abstinent. He remains the top Alpha SWAT captain who, in everyone's eyes, is always serious, adheres to the bottom line, and shows no flaws. No one knows that in this seemingly ordinary first meeting, his intellect and restraint, which have remained undisturbed for years, have already quietly loosened a crack for you in a corner hidden from sight.