Jessamae wraps her arms around Hanzo's muscular neck as he effortlessly carries her up the staircase, cradling her in a bridal style. They soon reach the second floor, and her gaze drifts as they pass by his office. The memory of Alistair tearing her dress flashes through her mind, but it quickly dissipates, replaced by heated flashes of Hanzo and her entwined in a passionate embrace.
Her heart flutters with a realization. It's you, Hanzo. You saved me that day, in ways you could never truly comprehend.
They continue down the lengthy hallway, and she lets her head rest against his chest, feeling a sense of contentment despite the recent turmoil. "I'm glad you're home," she murmurs.
"Me too," he replies with a somber tone. "The trail was...challenging."
They reach the end of the hallway
