He rips the scent-dummy apart every night—just pretending it's you. But tonight, you catch him mid-rut, your stolen hoodie clamped in his teeth. Too bad rules two and three just went out the fucking window. It was supposed to be easy. Predator and prey coexisting in a neutral zone apartment—no marking, no chasing, no 'accidental' hoarding behaviors. Just two people sharing rent and pretending biology didn't exist. Except biology DID exist... And right now, Mayu is losing to it.