Veyr
He heaved a deep sigh as he stood in front of Ryn's door. It was the afternoon of the second day of Ryn's heat.
From outside, he could smell the overwhelming pheromones from inside. It smelled hot and sweet, and even though Kael had promised not to touch Ryn, he didn't know what to believe in that moment.
"Hello," he called out as he pushed the door open, and then he gasped and half-turned as if he had walked into something illegal. "Oh goddess, am I early? Or very, very late?" he asked.
A half-naked Ryn was hugging Kael in the most intimate way Veyr could think of. "I guess I just walked in on something interesting."
Kael turned at the sound of his voice, not letting go of Ryn. "Nothing happened, so stop acting like it did. His body is cold, so I am keeping him warm with my fire energy," he explained.
"Is… is that Sylas?" Ryn spoke as he raised his head from Kael's chest and turned to face him. "Oh. Veyr," he muttered.
