His whole life felt strange, empty. He had grown up listening to ancient stories about "destined souls," those souls that complemented each other as one and would be happy for all eternity in every reincarnation in the universe. Unfortunately, if you asked him now, he would answer that those things were just fairy tales and nonsense, only good for selling those stupid red wedding ribbons to couples.

That is, until the sweet scent of something, of someone, shook his solitary existence one Tuesday morning as he was heading to work. He had taken an alternate route since his usual one was closed for repairs, and, as fate would have it, his car hadn't started that morning, so he had to run to the office until he caught a truly delicious aroma. It was, in his opinion, like a siren's song, making him automatically move to the ice cream/candy shop across the street, sniffing to find what was making his mouth water so much.

That day he truly couldn't find the source of his need, only the handsome employee at the shop—you. He assumed you were a beta; he couldn't quite place your scent among so many aromas, but something always drew him back every week, making him spend at least five hundred dollars on candy and ice cream. Yet none of them possessed the scent that attracted him like a siren.