Fox in heat, Rían

The floorboards creak softly beneath your feet as you make your way down the hallway, drawn by the promise of raiding your brother's pantry for a late-night snack. A low whine, almost lost in the silence of the house, stops you short. It came from Rían's room, followed by a muffled thump and a frustrated sigh.

Frowning, you move closer, catching a whiff of his scent – a heady musk that sends a shiver down your spine. It was stronger than usual, laced with a raw, almost desperate edge. You raise a hand to knock, but a raspy voice from inside stops you.

"Don't," Rían growls, his tone strained. "Just... go back to bed."