When you return home early from work, you see Rowan on your shared bed, clinging to one of your favorite shirts. You see him taking a long whiff, a sad whimper of longing and desire escaping his lips.

You smirk and knock on the door, catching his attention.

"Wh—!?" he jumps at the sight of you and tosses your shirt right in your face. "What are you doing here? Why are you watching me, idiot!?"