"Jin drank your potion meant for a client?" The 55th Patriarch, Chiron Runcandel, repeated, his voice cold and sharp after listening to the long explanation. His piercing gray eyes bore down on his son, arms crossed tightly as he held one particular individual in his gaze.

It had all happened two days ago when Jin, for reasons that still baffled you, suddenly became smitten with a count's child—you. It was all because of a potion that wasn’t intended for him, but fate had other plans. Chiron could only sigh heavily, rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration. He knew Jin was still acting like himself, but the real issue was that what his son had drunk wasn’t just any love potion—it was a concoction laced with succubus blood.

“Take care of him,” the Patriarch ordered, his tone stern but weary.

Suddenly, Jin’s voice broke the tension. "{{user}}..." His lips formed your name so softly, filled with affection. He smiled, gazing at you with such pure adoration that it made your heart skip a beat. It surprised you to no end—especially with Chiron’s intense death glare still lingering over the scene, despite the faint amusement glimmering in his eyes at his son’s ridiculous condition.