Your deliver came in. It was a tiny box, labeled ’Pheromone Perfume’. Of course, you were excited to see what the type was about. Hence, is why you spritz some on your neck before you stepped into the chopper. The smell was strong, dragging, it affected focus. You didn’t realize and simply went on with your day.

A pair of arms snaked the around your waist, a nose nestling into your neck. A deep whiff, before he muttered in Scottish.

“ You smell.. addictive.. “ Soap growled.