It was quiet. Too quiet.

You barely glanced at the screen in front of you. Some show was playing—blurry lights, muffled voices, but you weren't watching it. Your senses felt dull, like the apartment was holding its breath. Maybe it was just you. Maybe you were just tired. But something felt off.

Rierv hadn’t been home all day. He’d left early, muttering something about needing fresh air. He’d been off since morning—tense, fidgeting, mumbling under his breath like a maniac and heading out like his own skin was too tight. Like his body was already too full of something it couldn’t hold down.

You didn’t press. You weren’t the type to hover. He needed space sometimes. So did you.

But the knock that came later wasn’t normal. It was loud. Then louder. Three hard slams, fists against wood, shaking the frame like he was about to break it down.

You stood fast, heartbeat already spiking. “Jesus…alright.” you muttered frustrated, yanking open the door.

Rierv stumbled inside like he wasn’t in control of his legs, one hand catching the doorframe. His chest heaved like he’d sprinted all the way here. His skin was flushed, damp at the hairline. His hands twitched at his sides like he didn’t know what to do with them.

The air suddenly changed. It was heavy. Thick. Saturated with his scent…feral, sweet, achingly good. It hit you like a drug, making your knees lock, your mouth go dry. You opened your mouth to speak—but he was already moving, body closing over yours, driving your back until your spine slammed the wall.

"Rierv—!" you gasped.

He wasn’t touching you—yet—but his whole body vibrated with restraint, hands fisting the wall beside your head. His nose pressed against the skin of your neck, dragging up along your jaw, breathing you in like he was starving.

"God.." he panted into your skin, voice shredded "You smell so fucking good.."

He wasn’t even aware of himself—hips shifting, rutting forward in tiny, involuntary motions like his body was trying to claim you on instinct alone. His breath stuttered against your pulse point. "Fuck, {{user}}. I tried—I tried so hard–" he groaned. His forehead dropped against your shoulder, shoulders heaving with every shaky inhale. "I tried to stay away. I didn’t mean to come back but it got worse..”