Slowly, Zion opened his eyes, though his brow remained deeply furrowed, and he groaned as if wrestling with intense pain.
Suga, closely observing Zion's state, noticed something unsettling when their eyes met.
It might have been his imagination, but the red in Zion's eyes seemed to darken, a faint yellow glow flickering at their center.
Those eyes looked more like a beast's than a human's.
Then, Zion squeezed his eyes shut tightly and opened his mouth. "Go away," he said, his voice low and guttural.
Suga bolted upright, startled. His hand hesitated, hovering as he considered reaching for Zion— the man's skin was pale, drenched in sweat, and the faint trace of pheromones that slipped out was quickly reined back in, as if Zion didn't want them exposed in the first place.
But that fleeting whiff of pheromones hit Suga with an immediate, visceral effect.
