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"Huh?" Xavier ignored the advice and went to the nearest mirror to assess the injury his coworker had mentioned.

Lowering his collar a bit more, he found nothing other than the love bites his partner had left on him last night.

"Ah, my cheeky princess." He chuckled softly, "marking me as her own." He admired the marks some more before hiding them under his collar. They were there only for him to see.

— ZAYNE

"Doctor?"

"Hm?" Zayne hummed gently, removing the stethoscope after assessing the little girl's heart condition.

"Why is there a bite on your neck? Did a bad kitty bite you?"

Zayne went rigid. He promptly straightened up at the mention of a bite and stiffly walked to the closest mirror. He saw it—red, angry, and with marks of canines that ran a bit too deep. His heart was beating too fast, and the room was becoming too hot too quickly.

He blushed.

"Where are your parents, little miss?" Zayne tried to regain his composure, wanting to quickly dismiss the little girl so he could calm his heart.

It was indeed a bad kitty that bit him last night.

— RAFAYEL

"Artist Rafayel, is this one of your latest fashion statements in the art industry? The bite shines through your open collar magnificently!"

"Ah, what—" Rafayel blurted, suddenly conscious of how others were perceiving him. His fingers reached up and brushed the side of his neck, feeling the outline of a bite. "It—is! I call it, uh, Morsus Amantis: a lover's bite!"

After a plethora of follow-up artistic questions, Rafayel quietly retreated from the press and went to look for the nearest mirror. Upon finding one, his reflection greeted him—and the bite, hued maroon. The tips of his ears and the apples of his cheeks were splashed with a blush as he admired the masterpiece a certain private artist had left on him last night.

— SYLUS

"Mr. Sylus, I see you had one hell of a fight with the Wanderers last night. They must've been strong enough to get close to you and bite."

Sylus raised an eyebrow. Dare this feeble person insinuate that an abomination could have gotten close to Sylus, let alone land an attack on him? Regardless, he tolerated the implication enough to check.

Facing a full-length mirror, he saw the bite—crystal clear—marking the side of his neck.

Sylus smirked. "You could say that." He admired the work of his attacker, tracing his fingers appreciatively along the ridges. "Though it was no Wanderer but a sweet attacker."

— CALEB

"Colonel? Excuse me for interrupting, but... is that a bite on your neck?"

Caleb paused mid-meeting debrief, his icy glare flicking towards who dared to interrupt him over something unrelated to the meeting and none of his business to ask. Such nosy underlings, wanting any sliver of gossip to entertain their otherwise boring days.

"And what's it to you?" Caleb asked, not for an answer but for a slip-up from the interrupter to dare say a thing again. But he was wise enough not to add anything further.

Caleb turned around to face a mirror behind him. There, it mirrored the spacious meeting room occupied by all the high-ranking personnel. And it mirrored him—with a good-sized bite at the side of his throat.

"Meeting's dismissed." Caleb said through gritted teeth and used his Evol to forcibly evacuate the room immediately, wanting no further witnesses to anything else. He watched his face redden in real time, hearing the commanding officers' gasps and whoas as their bodies moved towards the exit. "I've got a certain pip-squeak I gotta catch."

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