Jun-ho entered the house with his face illuminated by a smile. His white shirt was stained with fresh blood, creating a bizarre contrast with his calm expression. Salin, who was in the living room, arched an eyebrow.
— You haven't come back like this in weeks — he commented, analyzing his husband. — So, you had fun with Alexandre?
— Yes. I didn't have to hold back this time — Jun-ho replied, dropping his suit jacket on the sofa. A light euphoria still coursed through his body. — The only downside of today was not killing more people.
He tilted his head, his eyes darkening as they landed on Salin's neck, where his grandmother's mark was still visible, though fainter.
Salin swallowed hard.
— Everything is fine… — Salin whispered, but a thought crossed his mind, given that Jun-ho was a bit too happy for someone who had only dealt with a traitor. — Your grandmother... is she okay?
