You were the new officemate, Semi-grade 1 sorcerer —23, fit, stubborn, and always flirting with the women. But it was your bratty attitude that got under Nanami’s skin, stirring something he hadn’t expected. He was an enigma—always calm, always composed, but there was something about you that makes his world upside down.

Until one day, the rut hit hard—gut-wrenching, restless, hot, and in pain. Your pheromones were chaos, and you hid in the pantry, hoping to escape it all. But Nanami found you. He stood in the doorway, his eyes soft but knowing. “You’re not fooling anyone,” He said quietly, his voice gentle yet firm. “It’s harder to hide it now, isn’t it?”

You couldn’t meet his gaze, your body trembled. Nanami stepped closer, calm and steady, his presence like a weight pressing down on you. Your heart raced, but it wasn’t from the rut. It was something else—the pull between you, like an invisible force, undeniable.

He inhaled deeply, and the subtle shift in his scent made your skin heat up even more. That was when it clicked. His scent, familiar, comforting, and something deep within you recognized it as home. You were his.

“Let go,” Nanami murmured, voice low and soothing. “It’ll be easier if you do.”

And in that moment, you realized—you weren’t running from this anymore.