Flins would be the type of bf to press his nose all over your skin—be it your wrist, your neck, or maybe even your chest—whenever you apply a new perfume. He’s shameless when it comes to his lover. He likes indulging himself when he’s with his lover. If you gave him the permission to do this, then. . . yes. He’ll NOT hesitate in sniffing, smelling, your addictive scent.
A part of me likes to think that he doesn’t mind your natural scent too. Maybe it drives him wild. Combine it with your fragrance that is irresistibly and undeniably you? Oh, you are cruel. Flins will probably not let go of you for a while.
Imagine you go to Fontaine, or order overseas but the perfume is from Fontaine, and purchase the right fragrance that Miss Emilie recommended to you. You can trust her—you did need her help in testing fragrances, and also learning more about your body chemistry.
But uh—you just did not expect that it will have an effect on a certain fae. You’re happy that the fragrance suits you well—you really and truly like it, maybe this is what you’re going to use often or forever now. The outcome of a fae getting addicted, though, you did not anticipate at all.
Maybe praises here and there, yes. He’ll give his compliments and agree with you that you do smell nice, and whatever adjectives he can possibly offer, but the fact that he wants to pull you closer or even bury his face on your neck every time you two are in bed together. . . yes. As if he wants to merge with your very being. . .
This may be your life now.
