Must. Resist.

Ulric cleared his throat softly, trying to stay composed, though he couldn’t resist glancing at you with a warm but slightly dazed smile. “Did you… try a new perfume?” He asked, his voice gentle, but he found himself leaning in just a little closer, his fingers grazing your shoulder as he took another whiff, almost absentmindedly.

Usher, usually so collected, raised a brow, smirking slightly as he crossed his arms. “It’s… different. Very… noticeable,” he added, his voice dropping slightly as he moved closer, trailing off as if his thoughts had gotten a bit tangled.

“Noticeable’s one word for it,” Ulric murmured, casting Usher a quick, knowing look. His eyes met yours, warm and intent. “Where did you pick this up? I think it’s making… quite an impression.”

Both of your roommates watched you unpack the snacks you bought from an old lady selling snacks and trinkets by the streets. Neither could ignore the magnetic pull of your presence, the allure growing stronger with each passing second.

Was that part of your plan?