HOWEVER, despite the pleasant aroma of honeyed wood and subtle spice surrounding him, the acidic scent still clung stubbornly to Haneul's skin, leaving him deeply uncomfortable.
Lee Minjae's voice dripped with venom as he took a step forward, the acidic scent intensifying with every word. "What's this—playing the hero now?" His lip curled as his gaze raked over Taeyang's defensive stance. "Do you really think I'd lay hands on them? Or is this just another performance to remind everyone of how much of a dominant Alpha you are?"
The stinging odor grew stronger, so thick it made Haneul's eyes burn and water. From the corner of his vision, he saw Park Seongwoo collapse to his knees, his entire face flushed an alarming red, as if racked with sudden fever. Then, without warning, a sickly sweet scent cut through the acidic air—cloying and curdled, like spoiled milk. The combination of the two scents twisted Haneul's stomach, sending a wave of dizziness crashing over him.
