Lucas cut him off, grabbing Evan's arm with iron strength. He didn't flinch as Evan thrashed and begged. Lucas found the vein with practiced precision and plunged the needle in, pushing the drug into Evan's system.
Within seconds, Evan's head lolled back. His pupils dilated, breath coming in shallow gasps. The world became blurry, the edges of the room warping and shifting.
A wave of euphoria and confusion swept over him, quickly replaced by a gnawing hunger—a craving he had never known, but that would now haunt him every waking moment.
Lucas leaned in close, his words a cold whisper. "You'll never escape this. Every day, you'll want more. Every night, you'll remember what you did—and what you've become. You tried to take her future. Now yours is wasted, piece by piece, until there's nothing left but the need."
