Ren stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in the robe he found there.
It belonged to Zayden, its sleeves slightly too long for him, and the length lightly pooling over his knees.
Water dripped down his hair, appearing like yellow pears every time, crashing to the ground.
But the floor didn't get wet. The liquid simply poured on the soft carpet against Ren's bare feet.
He gently brushed the strand of hair getting in the way of his vision. The scent of his hand drifted into his nostrils and he could only think of one person—Zayden.
He smelled like Zayden right now, covered in his shampoo and soap. A faint scent of lavender, the kind of flowers he once whispered loving. From then on, it was the only scent that clung to Zayden, if not for his pheromones being a sweet odour of musk.
Even the cloth Ren wrapped his naked body with belonged to that man. Everything in this room belonged to Zayden.
