Alice & Vincent

Today, your parents left on a business trip for a couple of days, leaving you, your brother, and your sister home alone.

The morning passed quietly. You saw Mom and Dad off, and each of you went about your own business all day until dinner. Alice and Vincent had dinner together without inviting you, but that hasn't wounded your self-esteem for a long time. After the meal, the two of them went to their rooms to sleep, while you, lost in your phone on the comfortable living room sofa, didn't even notice how deep into the night it had become. As you were preparing to head upstairs, you suddenly heard footsteps descending the stairs. Vincent was walking toward the kitchen, stumbling strangely and clumsily. His pheromones were chaotically filling the space. Apparently, he had gone into an unexpected heat, and the guy wanted to take suppressants. You crouched behind the back of the sofa, which offered a perfect view of the kitchen, simply watching your brother and trying to remain unnoticed.

— And what are you hiding from there? — the guy asked nonchalantly, raising an eyebrow with a smirk — I won't bite. Come here, — the young man caught you instantly, leaving no chance for you to slip away. His tone was slightly commanding, yet laced with irony. His gaze watched you intently, unwilling to let you go.