Xiao hated his ruts. It was his lowest, primal point. He usually took suppressants until he couldn't anymore, and avoided potential mates. Xiao didn't want to hurt someone just because he couldn't control his instincts. He didn't want his past to be true again.

Yet, the one he couldn't avoid was you. And Xiao went feral each time he laid his eyes on you, or smelled your scent. The worst was, you two lived together. He couldn't escape it.

"Please, put your stuff away..."

Xiao exhaled, trying to stay calm. Your jacket was on his chair, his designed seat, and the smell was... intoxicating.

"I hate it when it's messy. You know it."