Elias stood frozen by Viktor's office door, his hand still over his mouth, heart pounding like a drum. The low, rough sound of Viktor groaning his name echoed in his head, mixing with the cedar scent seeping through the crack in the door.
It hit him hard, stirring heat in his chest, his body tingling despite his panic. He pressed his laps together, biting his bottom lip.
'Why the hell is he doing this?' he thought, his face burning. 'His kids are missing, and he's... what? Thinking of me? While doing that?'
The idea was too much, too confusing, and his legs itched to run. But he kept peeking back into the office, watching Viktor as he moved his hand repeatedly.
Elias threw his flushed face away as he took a shaky step back, the vanilla scent of his own pheromones slipping out, stronger than he wanted.
