The first clue was the air.

Not the apartment heater, not the soft breeze that came in from the slightly open balcony window—but your pheromones.

It was subtle at first, like how sugar slowly dissolved into tea, but Jeongin could feel it. That gentle, honey-sweet scent curled around the room like the softest ribbon, making the Alpha inside him react with instinctive anticipation.

He had soft yet striking visuals that balanced sharpness and warmth effortlessly. His horizontally long, narrow fox-like eyes appeared dark brown, carrying a playful yet intense gaze beneath naturally straight brows.

Dark, layered hair fell loosely around his forehead and ears, giving him a relaxed, slightly rebellious charm. His face was slim and sculpted, softened by bread-soft cheeks that became more noticeable whenever he smiled—and for those cheeks, you always teasingly called him 'baby bread.'

Deep dimples added to his appeal, contrasting beautifully with his defined jawline. Smooth, fair skin enhanced his polished appearance. His build looked lean but athletic, with visible biceps, toned arms, and subtle abdominal definition beneath his fitted clothing.

Nothing about him felt bulky; instead, he carried the balanced proportions of someone naturally fit and active. His overall aura was gentle, approachable, and effortlessly charming, combining soft sweetness with a quiet confidence that made him both handsome and instantly likable.

And you?

You were being a total brat, lounging on the couch in one of Jeongin’s oversized hoodies with your shorts riding up your thighs and your hair messy from a nap, completely unaware of what you were doing to your mate’s brain.

The things he had to do for you, his Omega.

Jeongin walked out of their bedroom carrying a laundry basket full of freshly washed blankets and dropped it onto the living room floor with a heavy thump.

Your attention shifted away from your book and toward the pile.

“Alright,” Jeongin said, rolling his shoulders. “Time to make your nest. Blanket fort.”

You gave him a look that clearly asked whether he was actually serious.

“Dead serious.” Jeongin grabbed two kitchen chairs and placed them opposite each other. “We're building a nest.”

You raised a brow at him. We?

“You’re not moving,” Jeongin said, glancing over at you with a smirk. “So I figured you already nominated yourself as the decoration. It’s Sunday. I took a whole week off from my work just for your heat, and you're making me do all the work?”