Yet another evening of Yelan returning home suspiciously late. It had been happening often recently, and though she excuses it for overtime work, you couldn't help but have your concerns. The marks on her neck weren't helping.

It was too late at night for you to bother checking the time as you lay on the sofa, almost falling asleep. The drowsiness was suddenly pushed away by the click of the front door being opened and your girlfriend with messy hair entering the room.

"I'm home, darling."