Miku looked at Ross waiting for a reply.
He sat a few feet away, relaxed but alert, his broad shoulders outlined by the faint light of the tv screen.
There was something commanding about him, something that made the room itself feel smaller when he was in it.
His face was striking—too perfect, almost unreal.
Even with the faint stubble along his jaw and the exhaustion that came from surviving a world gone mad, his handsomeness was undeniable.
"I saved you from those five bastards," he said simply.
"They were planning to make you their slave, you know. If I hadn't shown up, you wouldn't be sitting here breathing right now."
His tone wasn't cruel, just matter-of-fact, as though he were stating a weather report.
"I think I've helped you more than anyone ever has in your life," he added after a pause.
"If you want more, you're free to stay. I've got food, clean water, and enough supplies to last through the next few months. I even make fresh burgers. Help yourself."
