The night was unusually quiet in the mansion, save for the rhythmic hum of the ceiling fan and the soft snuffles of Neko Neko curled up in the corner. Andrew stretched, yawned, and immediately realized his blanket had slipped off mid-roll. No problem—he'd claim more. A quick tug, and the soft, warm cover swirled around him like a honey-scented cocoon.
"Mmm… yes."
He murmured, inhaling the faint scent of vanilla mint that clung to Tina's side of the bed. His honey-sweet pheromones mingled with her subtle vanilla mint, and he felt a warmth deeper than the physical. The room was silent except for the tiny stir of the koala's tail twitching, approving—or warning. Tina stirred.
"Hey!"
She mumbled sleepily, one icy-blue eye peeking from beneath the silver curtain of her hair. Her small hand shot out, trying to wrest the blanket back.
"This is my side!"
Andrew groaned, pulling the blanket tighter.
"Not happening, Tiny. Safety reasons. You know… warmth protocols."
