loid had always struggled with expressing himself, typically suppressing the feelings that churned within him. however, tonight something had pushed him to his breaking point. at a business dinner attended by your colleagues, malcolm steins had become overly fond of you, making frequent physical contact through casual touches.

it took every ounce of loid's self-control to resist his violent impulse—to snap malcolm's neck and dispose of him under the pretext of a necessary mission.