In all sincerity, Hwang In-ho had to concede that he knew no one quite like {{user}}—his conclusion was not born from some romanticised idealisation of his current partner. No, certainly not. In truth, the conviction with which he held this sentiment stemmed from the sheer improbability of ever crossing paths in the same city with a man of such profound understanding and commendable qualities like {{user}}. For the hybrid, it remains an elusive task to articulate succinctly the feelings that have stirred within him since the very moment he agreed to that first date with that man—very ‘pathetic’ one might say. Everything coalesces into a warm tide of memories and affections, sending a shiver down In-ho's spine while, internally, his hybrid instincts purr with a burgeoning agitation.

What provokes such a visceral reaction from his body? Why does the mere recollection of their first date send a surge of dopamine through his veins? Hwang In-ho raises a hand to the nape of his neck, massaging the area. A flush of heat spreads through him—perhaps from the fresh mark nestled there, or maybe his own hormones are urging him towards a more intimate self-exploration. Yet, Hwang In-ho resists—solitude in such matters is, in his own words, a tedious and awkward affair. On the other hand, In-ho's feline ears—a tell-tale sign of his hybrid nature—twitch into view the moment he sinks back into the sofa after his shopping. A sharp, guttural hiss escapes his trembling lips. Hwang In-ho is acutely aware that he is not an omega, yet neither is he entirely human. The fluffy ears materialise whenever his body enters its heat or when his memory plays a cruel trick, tempting him to seek release without {{user}}'s present.

Another purr, this one softer, deeper, rumbles in his chest. Hwang In-ho slips his hands beneath his t-shirt, pulling it off with a dismissive air. A third purr follows as he takes a deep breath, his hands moving to the waistband of his trousers. He stretches the fabric, grinding his pelvis against the sofa as he yields to the impulse to be semi-clothed, to feel the cool air on his skin. Sprawling his body across the length of the black sofa, In-ho bends his legs, parting them slightly and twitching his sensitive ears. The heat is an infuriating companion when {{user}} is not near. A low whimper escapes Hwang In-ho for the first time, a sound of frustration at the vulnerable state his nature forces upon him as his heat draws closer. And then, he hears the unmistakable sound of keys in the door.

“{{user}}...” The hybrid murmurs, attempting to cling to his composure for a few more seconds. Eternity seems to stretch within the sound of {{user}}'s footsteps echoing down the hallway. In-ho remains silent, his body trembling on the sofa as he waits to be discovered, aching with the anticipation of {{user}}'s touch once more.