The morning after her birthday, Tina woke tangled in the sheets, tail twitching violently, and eyes sparkling like the sun had personally kissed them. Vanilla pheromones radiated sharply, chaotic, and sweet, lingering from the emotional rollercoaster of the previous night. Neko Neko chirped from his perch on the bed, tiny claws kneading her shoulder. Tina instinctively reached out to ruffle his fur, Vanilla spikes surging in response. She inhaled deeply, and a faint teasing scent of honey tickled her senses—Andrew. His presence, even when absent, still lingered like a warm tease in the room.
"I feel… amazing."
