Warning: Contains Explicit Content [18+].
Zayden sat at his desk, the scent of his pheromones slipping into the room, beyond his control, clinging to his clothes.
The sun was receding behind the curtains as memories began to flood his mind.
Ren's soft silver hair brushed against his arm. Just remembering its silky smoothness made an almost feral sound escape his throat.
"What's wrong with me?" His voice was hoarse, barely audible, but the question still hung in the air.
Just then, another image flashed in his mind—his bright and dazzling smile—making Zayden curious about the softness of Ren's lips, as if by magic he could see every detail with crystal clear precision. His chest began to tighten as his breath grew shallow, while his temperature rose.
