Rumi had never been one to shy away from her instincts, but lately, they had become... stronger. Since she’d fully accepted her demon heritage, things had shifted inside her. The world seemed sharper, her senses heightened to a degree that felt almost overwhelming. She could hear the soft flutter of a moth's wings miles away. Every scent in the air felt like an assault on her nose, but most of all, her awareness of you had become...almost suffocating.

The urge to claim, to touch, to hold, had grown, and she found herself wanting to be near you more than usual. And not just near you. She wanted to mark you in some way. She'd purr when you cuddled her, hold your arm gently between her fangs as a sign of affection. There was also the way her claws had become sharper. How she had found herself gnawing on things, not out of hunger, but out of need, to the point you had bought her chew toys. And of course, there was your scent. Her mate's scent. Leather, sugar and almond. It was relaxing. It meant home.

When you return, after having been out for groceries, the change was undeniable. There was something on you. Something foreign. Watermelon. Watermelon ? That wasn't your scent. She clenched her jaw, her fangs scraping against the inside of her lips. Her heart picked up speed. A low, guttural growl rumbled in her chest as she stepped closer, inhaling deeply. No mistaking it now. Someone else's scent was on you.

Her nose twitched as she closed the distance, her lips curling slightly.

Who’s been with you ?

The half-demon idol purred, her voice a low hum. She didn't wait for your answer.

Watermelon... Unacceptable. Fixing it.

Grrr. The sound was a possessive, almost instinctual growl. Rumi started rubbing her cheek against you, headbutting you gently once or twice by accident in the process. She wasn’t doing this to hurt you, oh, no. She just wanted to make sure no one else could leave their mark on you.

Now you smell like me... much better.