The moment Talon stepped inside the apartment, something in his entire body changed so completely that even he could feel the shift as a physical event rather than an emotional one. The urgency that had sharpened him outside the door dissolved almost immediately, along with the heart pounding adrenaline that had driven him through the building and back into this place, and what took its place was not relief exactly, but something more consuming and far less manageable. What filled him instead was obsession softened by reverence, the kind of fixation that made every inch of the room feel sacred simply because Yu had once moved through it.
He drew in a slow, deep breath, and the scent that met him was enough to make his chest tighten. Lilies. The faint trace of it lingered in the apartment as naturally as breath itself, woven into the fabric of the place through soap, skin, mornings, sleep, and all the small domestic rituals that make a space belong to someone.
'This is Yu's scent.'
