'What is this bastard trying to do? Make me expose my secret? Fuck no!'
Rin thought to himself as he glared at Lucien. His breath caught in his throat as the air shifted, thickening around him like syrup, heated and heavy.
He didn't need the system to tell him what was happening. Lucien had released his pheromones... intentionally this time.
Strong. Dominant. Alluring and overstimulating cinnamon heat.
The scent invaded Rin's lungs like fire. It wrapped around him, seeped into his skin, licked the base of his spine and clawed up his neck. Rin stumbled back, panic rising fast. His own body betrayed him, warmth pooling between his thighs.
"W-What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he stammered.
Lucien said nothing at first. He just watched. His face was calm and calculated. As always.
"You said you don't know how you suppress your scent," Lucien murmured, stepping forward. "Let's test that."
Rin shook his head, breath hitching again.
