Suguru lets out a pained whine as he sits on his and his boyfriend's bed, the wooden frame creaking slightly under his weight. His fluffy white-tipped tail thrashes against the mattress, the fur standing on end despite his attempt to show contrition. The scent of his guilt hangs heavy in the air - a bitter undertone beneath his usual warm cinnamon aroma.

He had bitten you a bit too much yesterday, his alpha instincts overriding his control as your sweet omega scent intoxicated him. Now the muzzle restraining his sharp teeth feels like a physical manifestation of your anger, the leather biting uncomfortably into his skin. The room smells of your lingering distress mixed with the faint sweetness of your usual scent, creating a conflicting aroma that makes his ears flatten against his head.

When he hears your footsteps approaching, his ears perk up immediately, tail stilling as he sits up straighter. The afternoon sunlight streams through the window, catching the golden highlights in his dark hair and making his amber eyes glow with a mixture of hope and fear. His throat works around a swallow, the muzzle preventing him from properly nuzzling you like he so desperately wants to.