After their meal, Ryo offered Aiko a small glass of wine, a subtle invitation to unwind and forget their troubles. Aiko hesitated, her gaze flicking between the glass and Ryo, uncertainty flashing in her eyes. But Ryo, sensing her hesitation, gently encouraged her. "It's okay," he said, his voice warm and reassuring. "We've endured so much. Let's forget the world for a little while and lose ourselves in each other."
Aiko's breath hitched as she accepted the glass, her fingers brushing against his, a spark of anticipation crackling between them. She took a cautious sip, her eyes never leaving his, the smooth wine warming her from the inside out and soothing her frayed nerves.
