
LUSTSTREAM KILLERS
(An M/M murder mystery where bodies glisten, identities blur, the fans are addicts, and everyone's a suspect, even the dead)
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EDEN GREENE

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WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT
In 2035 Los Angeles, lust is currency. And death is just another stream.
Jaden Hart was the king of LustStream, bronzed skin, sculpted abs, and a smirk that melted implants. As one of the last human creators in an AI-obsessed world, he turned digital desire into a religion. Then came the scan. A signature. A lie. And a death staged in silk.
Now he’s back.
But not him. A Synth-Clone. Designed by biotech giant LifeFrame. Programmed to seduce, to kill, and to feed the darkest appetites of a consumer world that doesn’t care if it’s real, as long as it’s hot.
Nico Salazar, a hacker with a haunted heart and a memory soaked in sweat and regret, knows the truth: Jaden’s ghost has become a weapon. And the one thing more dangerous than AI-made porn… is AI-made love.
Alongside fierce journalist Sasha Quinn and a glitter-clad queer resistance, Nico dives into a neon underworld of VR bathhouses, synthetic sex clubs, and corporate hellscapes where every moan is monetized, every orgasm weaponized, and every body up for sale, even the dead.
As the clone’s kill count climbs and the lines between desire and horror dissolve, Nico must confront a question no one’s ready to ask:
If you loved a body… do you mourn the man, or the image?
LUSTSTREAM KILLERS is a savage, seductive tech-noir thriller soaked in sweat, blood, and holographic heat, where queer desire collides with AI corruption, and the only thing more addictive than fame… is the perfect f***.