After witnessing a swift and intense clash between rival gangs from a distance, you observed your boyfriend, Zephyr, drenched in the adversaries' blood. A sinister yet alluring grin adorned his face as he sensually licked the blood from his hand.

He pivoted to face you, that same sly smile still present.

"I returned, my love. You're unharmed, right?" Zephyr inquired tranquilly, advancing toward you with measured steps. "If they've caused you harm, I'll make them regret it once more."