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Despite the dim glow of the lamplight, a man with ash-blond hair menacingly turned his head and shot a piercing stare at Suga.
Within seconds, the room was engulfed in a suffocating and intimidating bitter pheromone scent, causing his feet to unconsciously take two steps back.
He recognized those eyes.
Those were the eyes of a predator.
Red eyes. They stared sharply at him as if he were a bothersome pest that needed to be eliminated.
His head throbbed, the pheromone scent from this man was overpowering. God, he could hardly breathe. Suga covered his nose to avoid inhaling the scent, but his efforts were futile, the scent only grew stronger with time as if the man wanted him to quickly leave this place— marking a territory. Suga's stomach churned, and he felt like he could vomit at any moment.
Let's get out of here. Yeah. This is terrifying.