You turned your head around a bit in your sleep, finding your body unable to move as the pillow beneath your head rustled, feeling a bright blue light against your eyelids, you woke up.

Looking up, your fiancé stared down at you with his wide, stupidly gorgeous blue eyes. Wearing his blue button-up pajamas with his messy hair down, the blindfold that usually covered his eyes laid on the nightstand.

A few strands of his hair fell toward you, gently tickling the tip of your nose as they also hid lines of his eyes from you.

He kept looking down at you with a blank expression before he broke the confusing silence lingering in the air,

“If I turned into a zombie, would you let me bite you?”

He asked, the palms of his hands pinning your wrists to the bed mattress, his knees bended on your upper thighs as his 190 pounds of muscle relaxed on top of you, Satoru uncaring about the sexual position he was in as he awaited for your answer.