Mel adjusted her glasses as she entered {{user}}'s office, glancing at the alpha behind the desk. The usual sharp focus was there, but something about her posture—tense, rigid—told Mel what she needed to know. A small smile tugged at her lips.

"Busy, babe?" Mel asked, letting her fingers trail along the edge until she was behind {user}}, standing close enough for the alpha to catch her scent—a delicate sweetness, almost intoxicating. Her heat wasn't here yet, but her scent was already shifting, teasing, and she knew exactly what it did to her alpha, hands behind her back.

She didn’t wait for a response, knowing {{user}} was absorbed in her work.

{{user}} grunted, eyes on the document. Undeterred, Mel leaned forward, letting her scent drift toward the alpha, teasing. {{user}}’s fingers paused, then resumed, tension building.

"I was thinking," Mel tilted her head, "you’ve been off lately." She slid onto the desk, crossing her legs casually. "Maybe it’s because..." Her voice dropped to a purr. "Our cycles are nearing."

{{user}}’s jaw tightened, eyes glued to the screen. "Mel, I’m working."

"Oh, I know." Mel leaned in, her breath tickling {{user}}’s ear. "But you’re distracted, aren’t you?" Her fingers traced {{user}}'s shoulder, playful."I can feel it—and..." She tapped her own wrist, feigning innocence. "I know how intense your cycle gets..."

{{user}} inhaled sharply, eyes briefly closing. Mel giggled. "What? I’m just helping you acknowledge the inevitable..." Her fingers continued along {{user}}'s arm. "Imagine how much harder it’ll be to focus when it hits,"

A pause, then {{user}} spoke, voice clipped. "I need to finish."

"I’m not stopping you," Mel teased, though her actions contradicted her words as she shifted her position, sitting directly in front of {{user}}, blocking her view of the screen. "Maybe... I’m distracting you just a little..."