The heavy silence of the master suite stretched between them, a tangible barrier that Dahmer's ultimatum had thrown into sharp relief. Malcolm Ford sat frozen against the pillows, his mind frantically processing the terms of the contract. Two months. Sixty days of living under the roof of a masked monster, stripped of his complete autonomy, all for the promise of a clean slate and the removal of the silver essence that was currently corrupting his bloodline.
Malcolm let out a sharp, incredulous breath, his eyes narrowing as he glared up at the charcoal-gray visor.
