Echoes of Rejection

POV: Third Person (Maddox)

Maddox lay flat on his back in the sprawling bed of the Alpha suite, staring up at the dark ceiling. The heavy, stifling scent of cloves and cardamom saturated his sheets. He flared his nostrils, his nose wrinkling in disgust. It was sickly sweet. It smelled like cheap holiday baking oil. It offered a stark, repulsive contrast to Genevieve. Genevieve smelled like lemon