It crept up on him like a whisper. Delicate, floral, with just a hint of spice—like jasmine blooming at midnight, touched by moonlight and mystery.
It wasn't just pleasant; it was devastating. The aroma wrapped around him, slid into his lungs, and coiled low in his gut with heat.
His eyes narrowed slightly. He'd never smelled anything like it. It wasn't synthetic, it wasn't cheap—this was something else. Exotic. Primal.
He felt his body react before he had time to brace for it—his heartbeat quickened, blood surged downward, and his pants grew tight in a way that made standing still suddenly uncomfortable.
He inhaled again, unintentionally, and the reaction only deepened. His thoughts flickered, unbidden, to things better left unspoken.
What the hell is this perfume…?
Unbeknownst to Thomas, the fragrance had a story. It wasn't something picked up from a high-end store or crafted by some luxury boutique.
