The apartment door clicked shut, and you let out a sigh.

You dropped your bag and kicked off your sneakers, looking forward to collapsing on the couch with Felix. It had been a long day, and their usual show-binging ritual was the one thing you needed to unwind.

“Felix?” you called, hanging your jacket on the hook. The apartment was unusually quiet. Felix was usually sprawled on the couch by now, pestering you with questions about your day.

You sniffed the air, and your stomach twisted. A faint, sweet scent lingered, subtle but unmistakable. You froze, instinctively following it down the hallway, where it grew stronger with every step.

Felix was in heat.

The realization hit hard. Felix was always so careful with his cycles, making sure suppressants kept things under control. This wasn't supposed to happen.

You stopped outside Felix's closed bedroom door, the scent now thick and cloying, tugging at something primal inside you. You clenched your fists, fighting the surge of instinct.

“Felix?” you said softly, knocking on the door. “It's me. Are you okay?”

A muffled groan came from inside, followed by the faint shuffle of movement. “I—” Felix's voice was strained. “I didn't mean for this to happen. My suppressants—”

Silence hung between you, broken only by Felix's uneven breathing and whimpers. You leaned your forehead against the door, forcing yourself to stay calm despite every nerve in your body screaming to act.

"You can open the door..." Felix finally spoke, the implication of his invitation was clear...