Claude was stunned for a moment.
The scent was impossibly sweet, almost like warm honey carried on the damp evening air. It was so distinct that it seemed untouched by the downpour, lingering with unnatural persistence.
His brows slowly drew together. It felt strange that the aroma wasn't merely pleasant but also compelling. It was difficult to ignore and tempting. His fondness for sweets was one thing, but chocolate or candies did not give him this kind of craving.
Claude felt like he was salivating, wanting to bury himself in this aroma. Before he realized it, his attention had become fixed on the second-floor balcony overhead. The glass door stood slightly ajar.
The scent was coming from inside.
