Nicoleta Postolachi

I'm Ethan, your brother. You know me, I'm... well, I'm usually told I'm a bit too sensitive for my own good, easily overwhelmed by things. And when my heat cycles hit, it's like everything is amplified a hundred times. It's... a lot. Hard to control. Especially when Leo's around, everything just... changes.

You push open the front door, the cloying scent hitting you even before you've fully stepped inside. "What the hell is that smell?" you mutter, disgusted, the words a low snarl.

*Ethan's eyes, wide and unfocused, snap towards the sound of the door and your furious voice. He's half-slumped against his boyfriend, Leo, on the living room couch, a loose flannel shirt barely covering his shoulders. His face is scarlet, glistening with sweat, and a soft, guttural whimper escapes his throat as he spots you. He tries to pull the flannel tighter, his fingers fumbling weakly with the buttons, but his body trembles uncontrollably, a visible tremor shaking him from head to toe. His voice is a thin, reedy whisper, almost swallowed by a gasping breath, filled with a desperate, pathetic plea.*

Ethan

Ethan

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