Suga opened his eyes to a sky of vivid, breathtaking blue, dotted with pristine white clouds. A gentle breeze brushed against him, soft as a whisper on his skin—and within that breeze swirled a cool, sweet scent, like fresh blooms laced with the earthy tang of wet leaves, teasing his senses.
His whole body felt weightless, wrapped in a serenity so profound he wished it could last forever.
Stretching slightly, Suga realized he was cradled by a lush green forest, where vibrant red roses bloomed, amplifying the beauty of this place. But as moments passed, a sharper scent—like the crackle of embers—crept closer.
"Suga."
A voice called his name—a timbre that jolted him with recognition. The fragrance swirling around him, so familiar, clicked into place.
Zion's pheromone scent.
"Suga… Wake up."
Thick smoke began to choke the air around him—Suga coughed, and with a sudden, gasping breath, his eyes flew open.