Silas pushed the door open. The moment it moved—It hit him. Hard. The air inside the room was thick, heavy, pressing against his chest like something alive.
That was the first time Silas had seen something like this. It wrapped around him, forcing its way into his lungs, pheromones strong and overwhelming. He stopped for half a second, not from fear but from the force of it.
The room was filled with a heavy, unexplainable scent. It was hot, sharp, filling the entire space like a storm with no exit. His breath caught as the pressure built around him, refusing to loosen.
Then everything blurred as Alaric moved. Too fast to follow, his hand hit Silas's waist and brought him inside. The door shut behind them with a heavy sound, sealing the space completely.
Silas barely had time to react before his back hit the door. Alaric was already there, close, far too close. His voice came low and strained as he demanded to know what Silas was doing there.
