Ryo lay sprawled on the living room couch, his body relaxed against the soft cushions as the heater buzzed softly, spreading warmth throughout the room. The biting cold of winter couldn't penetrate the thick walls of his penthouse, and for now, the outside world, with all its chaos, seemed far away.
Sachiko rested on top of him, her body curled into his, breathing softly against his chest. Ryo's hand traced gentle circles in her hair, a calming, repetitive motion that soothed both of them. She had become his anchor in this desolate world, and in moments like this, he almost felt like things could be normal again, as if the zombie-ridden wasteland outside was a distant nightmare.
