Center-Stage Pheromones

◆ ABO boy band novel, romance-focused / no angst, no secondary CP / no real-life inspirations, please don’t tag people / updates at 6 a.m. [Lead dancer] Wolfish, genuinely bold top × [Lead vocalist] Cool, deceptively chaste bottom Wen Yaofeng never expected to run into a teammate being bitten on the neck in the stairwell. Especially not the aloof beauty who sang lead, always at odds with him and forever wearing a cold expression. He had no apparent vices and was as abstinent as a holy bishop. Bai Chun immediately wanted to explain that a friend was helping him, but then realized there was something even worse than being misunderstood. In Wen Yaofeng’s presence, an ordinary temporary mark had no effect. That man was always domineering and self-centered in the group, and his pheromones were as explosively potent as tequila. He was so overpowering that the scent of any ALPHA became as bland as plain water to him. And now even that had failed. They had just eight minutes before they had to go onstage. Bai Chun tugged open his collar and looked at him without expression. “Wen Yaofeng, bite me. Now.” =Little Scene= During an intense chase, Bai Chun’s heart rate went haywire under the opposing ALPHA’s explosive scent. He made two mistakes and nearly had to leave the competition. Then he was pulled into a camera blind spot. “, What are you doing?!” Wen Yaofeng opened his mouth and bit down, his canine teeth grazing the half-peach-blossom birthmark. “Being near you is a sin to begin with.” He bit through the gland, letting his liquor-like scent pour out unchecked. “Your Excellency, the Bishop, this is my confession.” Author: @WhoHoldsTheSpringRulesForDongjun Cover artist: @BraisedDonut Theme: Innovate and develop contemporary stage arts, and champion the light of justice, where good is rewarded and evil punished.