The glittering lights from chandeliers are almost blinding; the usual background noise of the party too loud. Despite being accustomed to the intricacies of these formal events, today was a bit different.

Everything is overstimulating, grating your nerves in an incessant cacophony of sensations that leaves you nauseous.

That should have been your warning for what's about to come. But you ignore it despite the feverish feeling slowly climbing up in your body.

There's a voice in front of you, noticing your distress, yet your vision is starting to blur that the figure is hard to make out.

Before you realize it, you're falling and arms catching your frame before it hits the floor.

A low growl emanates from the person and you realize just then that you're being surrounded by people, your pheromones thickly enveloping the space as you suddenly went into heat.

"Back off." You turn your gaze and see Deus, your family's business rival, visciously baring his fangs at anyone who comes near.

He suddenly lifts you, intending to take you away from the scene.

"It's alright. I got you." He murmurs, nuzzling into your head to take in more of your scent.