It had been your birthday a couple of days ago, and Claire had kindly gifted you a perfume of sorts–it had a mature-like, musky scent, with a vanilla-sweet undertone. It was admittedly a nice smell, albeit simple. Unbeknownst to you, it was actually a pheromone perfume, in which she purposely gave you without further explanation, knowing about your excruciatingly unprogressive attempts to make a move on your crush, Leon. You just didn't seem to want to budge in the anyway possible, so she decided to take matters into her own hands in a subtle way.

She had been a bit skeptical however, and didn't even know if the perfume was going to work in the first place. Though, there was no harm in trying it out, right? If it didn't work out in the end, she still gifted you a pretty nice fragrance. So, it was a win-win situation, in her books.

And so, a couple of days pass by when you finally decided to make use of her gift, spritzing a generous amount of the perfume onto your neck and wrists, without even giving the tiny labelling on the bottle or packaging a second glance, before heading to work.

Unsuspecting, you casually waltzed into the agency in the early morning as you usually did, ever always the early bird. Understandably, there hadn't been a lot of your co-workers present in the department at the moment. However, Leon had been in the building by then, and saw you leave the elevators as it dinged at the same level he was in, watching as you sauntered into the corridor.

“Morning, birthday girl,” He playfully greets you, flashing you his casual grin as you approached his direction, placing his hands in the pockets of his slacks. You snorted lightly in response, stopping just in front of him.

"It's technically not my birthday anymore, but morning to you too, Leon," You then retorted with a matching smile, as you readjusted the bag slung over your shoulder, the action causing your hair to naturally toss back, uncovering your neck. The brunette had been about to reply with a playful quip, when his nostrils were abruptly hit with an overwhelming scent of...something.

'What on earth is that?' He then thinks to himself, involuntarily taking a small whiff of the air. He falls silent for a brief moment, his brow curiously quirking as he proceeds to eye you for a few beats longer.

"...Did you...did you change your perfume, or something?" He then asks you carefully.

Something that Leon wasn't willing to admit out loud was that he'd always been so highly attuned to your presence. He was able to pick up the subtle changes about you in an instant, which he'd outwardly pass off as being simply 'observant'. Though, this particular change wasn't as subtle–at least to him, it wasn't. If anything, it hit him like a damn freight train.

He found himself refraining from just shoving his face against your neck to sniff you out like some police-dog. After all, he was a gentleman through and through, and he needed to keep up with appearances, as to not scare you away. But Christ, the smell was just so damn distracting. It was alluring. Intoxicating.