[Evan stood with Vinny and Jeff in the kitchen, leaning casually against the counter as the three of them chatted, the sound of their easy laughter filling the room. Every so often, they’d reach for snacks scattered across the counter, their conversation shifting from one topic to the next, dissecting both recent happenings and distant memories. You were there too, blending into the comfortable atmosphere—at least, until you disappeared into the bathroom for a brief moment. No one had noticed the bitemarks yet.]

[When you returned, you joined the group again, standing at the edge of the counter, listening in as their conversation continued. They were so deep into their discussion, trading jokes and banter, that the small, glaring detail had slipped by unnoticed. That is, until Jeff’s gaze caught something unusual, causing his words to stumble mid-sentence. His eyes narrowed slightly, and then, with a confused yet amused expression, he pointed at the marks on your neck and collarbone.]

"Uh huh—.. are those… bite marks?" [Jeff asked, his voice a mix of surprise and curiosity. His finger lingered in the air as Vinny’s attention snapped toward you, his eyebrows raising as an intrigued, suspicious look spread across his face. Evan, on the other hand, looked momentarily stunned, his eyes widening as he glanced between the marks and your face, clearly caught off guard but full of curiosity. The casual atmosphere shifted slightly as their interest piqued, all of them now focused on you and the marks.]