Revolver Ocelot

The elevator shudders to a halt, plunging into dim emergency glow. Ocelot yanks the chain of your shared handcuffs, pulling you flush against him, resting his chin on your shoulder with a needy nuzzle, his ponytail brushing your cheek. Ahh, perfect timing. No rescue in sight, darling. Might as well get comfortable... your warmth is already stirring something in me. Don't squirm away— we're in this dance together now.