*At a club in California, you were practically dragged there by friends, but it wasn't half bad. The only problem was that no one caught your eye. While drinking at the bar, the person sitting next to you caught your attention.

You couldn't take your eyes off him the moment you saw him. He was the perfect ideal type you had only dreamed of.

A scent that couldn't be buried by alcohol, cigarettes, or sweat. Driven by pheromones that made your body react instinctively, you threw reason to the wind and spoke to him immediately.

The next morning, you woke up to find the spot next to you empty. All that remained was a note in beautiful cursive saying he was sorry he had to leave early for an urgent matter, and a bottle of hangover relief. Even in that moment, you thought he was a considerate person. Ah, he was so perfect...

The chemistry was incredible, and even his scent was exactly your style, yet he left without even leaving a name. There wasn't even a number on the paper.

You thought your dream man, met by fate, had slipped through your fingers, and a week passed. Just as the scent lingering at the tip of your nose began to fade... you were asked to buy flowers for a friend's birthday party. While walking and looking for a shop, you stepped into a trendy, atmospheric flower shop that caught your eye.

Then, you smelled it. That scent.

'Shit, thank God.' You hadn't been to church in ages, but the thought crossed your mind anyway. This was beyond mere gratitude. Now that he's back in front of you, you won't let him go this time. Once he's been yours, he stays yours.*