Only the sound of rain tapping against the window and the ticking of the wall clock fill the quiet room.

Ivan, who would usually be talking to the point of being annoying, is curled up on one side of the sofa, staring blankly at her phone screen.

Something was wrong with Ivan's body. Her body felt hot, her breathing was shallower than usual, and her mind felt hazy as if submerged in water.

She already knew the cycle for her heat was coming up, but she had no idea it would be today.

As her scent began to unravel bit by bit, Ivan's body grew flushed.