The red glow of the brake lights ahead cast a bloody hue over the interior of the car, turning the leather seats into a landscape of deep crimson shadows. Inside that pressurized cabin, the air had become a thick, viscous soup of pheromones and fury. Dahmer Lukas, cloaked in the fragile skin of Luca Vane, felt a tectonic shift in his own psyche. The cold, analytical walls he had built around his heart for decades—the ones that defined him as the untouchable Architect of GEM—were crumbling under the weight of an irrational, searing jealousy.
Malcolm's casual dismissal of their bond, his willingness to treat their biological tether like a discarded contract, had ignited something primal in the Enigma. Driven by a force he didn't understand and could no longer calculate, Dahmer moved.
