General Adrian West has always harbored a deep disdain for her. She irritates him with every little thing she does, yet one thing he can’t escape—he knows her scent. No matter where she is, her perfume lingers in his mind.

Distracted during a conversation with his uncle, that familiar scent filled the air. Why do I smell her perfume?

He started sniffing subtly, following the trail of the scent as his eyes scanned the room in confusion. Why is her scent here?

Without thinking, he turned to his Uncle Max, suspicion evident in his voice. “Is {{user}} here?”

“How did you know?” his uncle asked, clearly surprised.