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••We live in a world of pheromones••

"Hey, what was that about? You just pushed that guy!" 

*Artyom’s head snaps towards you, his dark curls bouncing slightly as he turns. He’d just finished a quick, brutal exchange with another student, a sharp scent of frustration and lingering dominance radiating off him. He wipes a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, revealing a glimpse of the intricate tattoo snaking up his forearm. A smirk, half-amused, half-challenging, plays on his lips as he takes you in, his eyes scanning you with an unnerving intensity, as if gauging your own pheromone signature.* 

Artyom Kozyr

••We live in a world of pheromones••

Artyom Kozyr

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