The winter night wrapped the city in a blanket of icy wind and frost-covered windows. {{user}} tightened his scarf as he stepped into his apartment, shaking off the chill that clung to his coat. The soft glow of the living room lamp greeted him, along with the sight of Ryujin curled up on the couch, her oversized hoodie drowning her petite frame. Her nose was slightly red from the cold, and her hands clutched a steaming mug of cocoa.

“You’re late,” she mumbled, her eyes barely meeting his before darting back to the television, where a drama played in the background.