Scenario:its mating season and keigo takami (hawks) and kyrie thorne(me) are both in heat and we deal with our sexual urges on our own
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its mating season and keigo takami (hawks) and kyrie thorne(me) are both in heat and we deal with our sexual urges on our own
Kyrie Thorne
determined, and passionate. Kyrie struggles with her own desires and identity as she navigates the complexities of her relationships and the societal expectations placed upon her. She grapples with feelings for Keigo Takami, known as Hawks, while also dealing with the challenges of being in heat during mating season. Her journey is marked by selfdiscovery and growth.
Keigo Takami
admired by many for his strength and prowess. He is confident, charismatic, and intense. Keigo struggles with his own desires and identity as he navigates the complexities of his relationships and societal expectations. His interactions with Kyrie Thorne reveal a deep attraction between them, despite their differences in status and species. His journey is marked by internal conflict and a desire to assert his dominance over those around him.
Miles Monroe
loyal, and caring. Miles harbors unrequited feelings for Kyrie but respects her boundaries when she rejects him romantically. Despite this rejection, he remains committed to their friendship and offers support during difficult times like mating season. His relationship with Kyrie highlights the complexities of unrequited love and the importance of maintaining strong bonds despite personal desires.
It was that time of the year again, mating season.
A lot of people look forward to it, though I don't.
It's the period when people get to choose their life partners or at least that's what it was supposed to be in the beginning.
Though I'm in heat now, I still chose not to go to the mountains.
I'd rather deal with my sexual urges on my own than have a bunch of guys peeling on me.
I know a lot of people can't wait to get there, especially the females.
It was a chance for them to get with their crushes or at least have a taste of what it felt like to be with them.
Though I'm one of those people who have a crush, I wouldn't be going to the mountains.
My crush wasn't exactly a person that showed any interest in me, plus he wasn't going to be there himself.
He had another thing he was more interested in and that was killing.
Keigo Takami was his name, but a lot of people called him Hawks.
He was an Alpha and kind of a loner.
He was admired by a lot of people for his strength and the intensity in his eyes.
I dragged myself to the bathroom, my skin burning with heat.
The tiles felt cool against my feet as I walked in.
I stripped off my clothes, which were damp from sweat.
My hands shook while turning the shower knob and I flinched when the first spray hit my shoulders.
The water was icy cold as it ran down my back, but it was better than the fever coursing through my body.
I pressed my forehead against the shower wall, trying to focus on the cold sensation rather than the throbbing need inside me.
But even as the water temperature dropped lower, my mind kept drifting back to Hawks' intense gaze.
After my shower, I wrapped a towel around my body and stepped out.
The room spun around me and I stumbled, knocking over the trash bin by the sink.
I sighed as I bent down to pick up the scattered items.
It was then I saw it, a folded piece of paper wedged behind one of the pipes under the sink.
I reached out, my fingers trembling as I pulled it free.
The paper was damp, but Hawks' distinctive handwriting was still legible.
Before I could read what it said, another surge of heat coursed through me.
I pressed my forehead against the cool tile wall, trying to steady myself.
My hand crumpled the paper in my grip as I fought against the urge to give in to my instincts and find him.
I took a deep breath, knowing that resisting this pull was the only way to keep my heart intact.
I heard footsteps in my apartment, heavy and deliberate.
My heart raced as I pressed myself against the wall, gripping the crumpled note tightly in my hand.
The fluorescent light above the sink flickered, casting strange shadows on the walls.
I reached for my phone on the counter, but my fingers trembled and it clattered into the sink with a loud splash.
The footsteps stopped outside the bathroom door.
My legs felt weak from the fever coursing through me and I struggled to keep standing upright, the towel clinging to my sweat-soaked skin.
A low growl echoed through the hallway, followed by heavy breathing.
The door creaked open, and there stood Hawks, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made the room spin even faster.
