THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM
“Fight it. Come back to me. You’re stronger than this thing.”
The fused Damian laughed—low, dangerous, but missing the warmth that had always been there.
“He’s gone. I am him now. The perfect fusion. The one who will own you. The one who will rule through the child.”
It crossed the room in two strides, grabbing Alex by the collar and yanking him forward. The kiss was brutal—teeth clashing, tongue invading, possession in every movement. Alex moaned despite himself, the mutation making the kiss feel like fire in his veins. The entity pushed him back onto the bed, spreading his legs wide.