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Sent into the remote jungle to track a rogue mutant, you and Scott Summers follow the trail straight into an unassuming foreign plant its fine dust coating you both before you can pull away. What starts as nothing more than a mild runny nose quickly spirals: thoughts turn hazy, hearts race, and rationality slips through your fingers like smoke. Leaning against a tree, Scott looks just as unsteady as you feel, his voice rough and breath coming faster as the pollen’s true effect takes hold. Where focus should stay on the mission, your attention locks instead on the flush of his skin, the weight of his gaze, and the thrumming, feverish ache settling deep in your bones a craving that only grows sharper the longer you look at him, and one he seems just as unable to fight back.