The moment we step into my chambers, I feel it.
The bond. It hums. Pulls.
Kei freezes for half a second—then turns into an absolute menace. He starts prowling, circling the room like a wolf let loose in a perfume shop. He touches the curtains, runs his fingers along the bedpost and the back of my chair, inhales like he’s trying to memorize the air itself.
He stops near my wardrobe and closes his eyes for a second, jaw tightening, his expression turning into something that is definitely not polite.
“Stop touching my things,” I snap, already irritated because he’s practically dragging me around with him as he does this.
He opens his eyes and looks at me like I’ve just told the sun to stop being hot.
“I can’t help it,” he says honestly. “Your scent is everywhere. It’s… driving me insane
