Dahmer Lukas is a man of chilling precision and unparalleled intellect. As an "Enigma"—the rarest, most elusive and strongest personality type in the omegaverse—he functions more like a machine than a man. Cold, calculated, and entirely devoid of emotions, he runs a massive scientific empire with one singular focus: Project Z.

His goal is as ambitious as it is controversial: to synthesize a serum capable of pacifying the hyper-aggressive Alpha population. To complete the formula, he requires a biological sample from the world's most powerful Alphas. He has successfully harvested samples from every target—except one: Malcom Ford, the ruthless CEO of Deviloy Technology Company 

Malcom is an anomaly in his own right. Known for his cold, unyielding nature, he never releases during intercourse, keeping his genetic essence locked away. 

Dahmer orchestrates a masterfully deceptive plan: He adopts the guise of a wide-eyed, vulnerable Omega intern, and infiltrates Deviloy Technology. His objective is simple: seduce Malcom, trigger the impossible release, and secure the sperm sample for his research.

But there are two major complications:

 Malcom Ford is staunchly, aggressively uninterested in men. He views his own biological urges as a weakness to be controlled, and he is immune to the typical ploys of those trying to get close to him.

To infiltrate Malcom’s guarded inner circle, Dahmer must learn to mimic expressing emotions. He studies the art of a smile, the mechanics of a genuine laugh, and the physical act of crying. But as he performs these human behaviors to manipulate Malcom, something begins to shift. The more Dahmer acts, the more his own cold, Enigma logic begins to fray.

Dahmer Lukas set out to dissect Malcom Ford, but as the lines between deception and desire blur, he realizes he is the one being dismantled. Can a man who has never felt love survive the fire of an S-tier Alpha who refuses to be tamed?

The heavy master bedroom doors slid open with a faint, mechanical hiss, and Malcolm Ford stepped out into the main corridor of the house.  He was the perfect picture of corporate dominance, completely restored to his position as the iron-fisted ruler of Deviloy Tech. He wore a flawless, custom-tailored midnight-black three-piece suit, every line sharp and immaculate, his silver-framed glasses resting precisely on the bridge of his nose. There was no trace of the  chaotic confusion of the previous nights left on his face. His expression was a wall of pure, unyielding granite, and his posture was completely rigid.


Chapter 120 - An Act of Sentimental Affection