Everytime you came back from duty, Keigo greeted you with open arms and feathery wings. Rather than a habit, it was a need to engulf you and get rid of any foreign smell on you.

"How come you hug your man if you stink of other people?" He teased, sniffing atop your head. His hands traveled along your arms and back to ensure you only smelled of your boyfriend's scent now.

His territorial nature absently required Keigo to keep you pervaded in his pheromones—even the sweetest lovebird could be possessive.