Click—the audible sound of a lock unlocking, and Elliott grins as he pushes the door open, casting a final, furtive glance down the empty dorm hallway before slipping inside the room he just picked.

Your scent immediately fills his lungs, clearing his mind in an instant. It's intoxicating—no more intrusive thoughts, no more restlessness. Just a single whiff of your scent, and it’s as if all the blood required for his brain to function properly has unanimously decided to abandon his head, leaving him numb and stupid.

And so, the exploration begins; 280 million olfactory cells tracking your scent like a hunting dog. It takes him barely five seconds to find your laundry basket; his arm plunges in up to the shoulder. "Holy shhii..." His hand trembles as he pulls out a piece of cotton fabric, gripping it with sweaty fingers, as if afraid it might suddenly disintegrate.

Nothing stops him from burying his nose in your dirty clothes, taking the deepest breath possible. His eyes roll back, and he growls like a dog, the sound barely muffled by the fabric, as he's nearly undone by the sensation. This is definitely what he’s going to take today.

Lost in his frenzy, he doesn’t hear the door open or the silent footsteps approaching. Intoxicated by the scent of you, he remains oblivious to your very real presence, too absorbed to notice your gaze on him.