LOGIN“Lucian, it’s happening again.”Eva’s voice cut through the dim light of the penthouse lab. The walls shimmered faintly, like glass bending in heat. Instruments buzzed, screens blinked nonsense data, and a faint hum rose from the floor.Lucian clenched his jaw, gripping the edge of the console. “I know. It’s stronger this time.”“It’s leaking.”He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. The lights flickered again, and for one impossible second, every shadow in the room seemed to move in slow motion. Then—silence.Eva exhaled shakily. “Lucian, this isn’t just us anymore. Look.”She turned toward the window overlooking the city. The skyline below pulsed faintly, just once, like a heartbeat in the night.Lucian’s eyes narrowed. “You think it’s spreading?”“I don’t think. I feel it.” She touched her chest, then her temple. “Every time you push the energy, every time I try to stabilize it… it ripples.”He stared at her, torn between awe and dread. “And Ari?”Eva hesitated. “She’s changing, Lucia
The night the lights went out, the city was a soft hum below the glass walls of their penthouse — a quiet ocean of movement and glow. And yet, in that silence, the air around Lucian and Eva trembled. It wasn’t just a power surge. It was them.A sharp flicker rippled through the room — the chandelier blinked once, twice, then every bulb exploded in a synchronized pop.“Lucian—!” Eva gasped, stumbling back as a pulse of static danced across her skin.Lucian reached for her, his eyes wide with that cold, analytical fear he tried so hard to hide. “Stay still!”The air vibrated like stretched metal, bending reality itself. Then, as quickly as it began, the world snapped back. The lights died completely, leaving only the faint blue of the city far below.For a few seconds, neither of them spoke. Their breathing was the only sound. Then Lucian exhaled slowly, running a trembling hand through his hair. “That was a 2.3 magnitude resonance surge.” His voice was calm — too calm — like a man tryi
The world finally exhaled.Cerberus was gone — the Architects dismantled, their ghostly influence buried under layers of truth and time. For the first time in years, the storm inside Lucian and Eva had quieted. They lived in rare peace now, not as fugitives or fighters, but as guardians — quiet, invisible, and human again.They’d traded coded transmissions for bedtime stories. Missions for laughter. The war had ended, and in its ashes, they found something worth protecting: each other… and their daughter, Ari.But peace, for people like them, was a fragile thing.It started on a night that should have been ordinary — elegant, bright, safe. A diplomatic gala, the kind of event that whispered of normalcy. Eva wore a flowing silver dress that caught the light like water, her hair pinned in soft curls. Lucian stood across the ballroom, polished in black, his eyes constantly scanning but finally, for once, relaxed.They were smiling. They were alive.Then the world flickered.It lasted bar
“Cerberus isn’t a ghost anymore,” Lucian said quietly, staring at the screen glowing across the war room table. “It bleeds. And anything that bleeds can be brought down.”Eva’s reflection shimmered beside his in the glass — calm, sharp, focused. “Then let’s make it bleed everywhere at once.”The investigation that had started with Dom’s frantic data dump was now something bigger, more dangerous. It had evolved into a hunt — one that stretched across borders, encrypted vaults, and hidden accounts. What once felt like whispers of conspiracy now stood in hard numbers, offshore ledgers, and shell company trails.The Cerberus Cartel — a name that once lived in rumor and fear — had shape now.And Lucian Thorne was ready to burn it to the ground.“Look at this,” Eva said, scrolling through the classified intel Dom had retrieved. “Former MI6. CIA contractors. Even a few ex-Thorne Capital analysts. He wasn’t lying. They’ve built a new network — a merger of criminals who used to run the world.”
The storm had been building for days — silent, invisible, and far more personal than any war Lucian had ever fought.Dom sat in the corner of the dimly lit operations room, his sleeves rolled up, eyes ringed with exhaustion. The glow from the holographic map painted his face in cold blue light. He looked like a man chasing ghosts — and maybe he was.Eva leaned against the edge of the table, her arms folded, her expression half-skeptical, half-worried. “Dom,” she said softly, “you’ve been pacing around for hours. If there’s something you’re not telling us, now’s the time.”Dom ran a shaky hand through his hair and exhaled. “You’re right,” he said. “You both deserve the full story.”Lucian looked up from his terminal, his calm eyes masking the quiet tension that gripped the room.Dom’s voice dropped. “The new cartel — they’re calling themselves Cerberus. It’s not just a smuggling network. They’re controlling resource routes across the Atlantic, sabotaging shipments, manipulating the mar
The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, spilling warm light into the penthouse foyer. Eva stepped out first, Dominic Vance following close behind, carrying a slim leather briefcase. The security protocols had been airtight—Lucian had insisted on that—but even with every camera, sensor, and guard in place, the moment Dom crossed the threshold, the air shifted.Lucian was standing near the window, hands clasped behind his back, watching the city lights stretch below like veins of gold and silver. He didn’t move immediately. He didn’t need to. Dom’s presence announced itself. The casual confidence, the messy tie, the slight smirk that carried no malice but every unpolished edge of life—it was the opposite of Lucian, and that contrast twisted in his chest like a knife.Eva’s eyes lit up at Dom, a spark that Lucian felt before he saw it. They had history, shared battles, and a shorthand that was as dangerous as it was intimate. Words flew between them, clipped and layered with context







