Miller
The suffocating pressure hit the room before I could even process Gerald Lincoln's welcoming smile.
Suddenly, the oxygen vanished from my lungs.
The air in the office turned thick, heavy, and freezing cold, carrying an overwhelming, dark scent that could only belong to a dominant Enigma. It smelled like crushed charcoal and ozone, an oppressive wall of pure pheromones that crashed down directly onto my chest.
I gasped, my throat tightening as I tried to force air into my lungs, but my airway felt completely blocked. My knees went instantly weak, trembling so violently against the floorboards that I almost collapsed right then and there.
Before my legs could give out completely, a solid hand caught my elbow.
Leo was staring down at me, his fingers anchoring deep into my arm to keep me upright. "Are you alright?" he murmured, his voice tight.
