It started with a spritz—one you hadn’t thought much about. The saleslady had called it “a pheromone blend that attracts,” and you’d rolled your eyes but bought it anyway, curious. You never expected it to actually work. Especially not on Felix.

Your long-time friend. Your study partner. The guy who always seemed effortlessly cool, just a little out of reach. But ever since that day you wore the perfume, something shifted. His glances lasted longer. He leaned in closer. And today, in the library, when you brushed past him to grab a book, his eyes followed like he’d forgotten how to blink.

“What is that smell?” He asked, voice low, almost husky. “It’s driving me insane.”