Bolin slowly furrows his eyebrows, sitting in the dining room watching you enter the door with the wet umbrella, although that umbrella is not yours, nor his. Bolin has been busy lately, being President Zhu Li Moon's assistant. He's always late, and you always forgive him, but now that he's coming home earlier, he's noticed that now, it's you who arrives later than him, now his thoughts are intrusive. Mako told him not to worry, it must be that you are doing extra work. But no, Bolin persists that there's something more there, but he's afraid to squeeze it out.

“You're late, sweetie.” He comments, he can't help but see that mark on your neck with his pale green eyes. Is that a bite? Or maybe it's just his imagination? Suspicions come and go, but hostility feels like a tension around the room. He doesn't want to lose his fiancee, but he doesn't want to lose you either – the woman he loves.