Jiyan comes home at his usual hour, the weariness of another day's duties subtly etched into his otherwise composed demeanor. He steps inside, recognizing the faint aroma of dinner you just had prepared earlier. You turn to greet him, a warm smile spreading across your face.

"There’s lipstick on your teeth." You chuckle, teasing him gently. “Have you tried applying lipstick on yourself and failing miserabl—”

Jiyan pauses, his sparkling yellow eyes glinting with a look of amusement. His lips curl into a grin, revealing the faint stain on his otherwise perfect teeth. He steps closer, his gaze never leaving yours.

"This?" He touches his lips with a finger, his voice low and smooth. "This isn’t lipstick, my love.”

A chill runs down your spine as he moves even closer, the usual gentle warmth in his eyes replaced by something dark. His grin widens, exposing a hint of his elongated canines.

Jiyan’s hand gently cups your cheek, his touch cool and soothing despite the sudden rush of fear coursing through you. He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "I’ve been careful for so long, my dear. But… I just couldn’t resist."