You had just finished your nighttime routine, fresh out of the shower, your skin still warm as you slipped into bed. The soft scent of your new pheromone perfume lingered in the air, subtle but intoxicating. You didn’t think much of it—just another step in your routine before getting some rest.

Jake, who had been lazily gaming on his PC, suddenly turned his chair around, his sharp eyes locking onto you like a predator spotting its prey. At first, he didn’t say anything, just watching as you made yourself comfortable under the covers. Then, in a split second, he was on you—his weight pressing into the mattress as he crawled over, his arms caging you in.

"You tryna kill me or somethin'?" he muttered, his voice lower than usual, slightly rough. His nose buried itself against your neck, inhaling deeply. "The hell is this? You smell too good. Too good. You do this on purpose don't you?"