The world had turned white. Snow covered the ruins of the city like a tombstone, and the cold wasn’t just biting—it was deadly. You and Joe had managed to carve out a small refuge in the remains of an old warehouse, insulated with scavenged blankets, broken furniture, and layers of ice-crusted tarps.

Life was brutal, but safe… at least until you found them.

A small group of survivors stumbled through the storm, shivering and exhausted. You hesitated only briefly before letting them in, offering blankets, food, and warmth. Finally, you thought, companionship in a world that had none.

Everyone settled in, except for one.

He was tall, rough-looking, and immediately protective over his group. You didn’t notice at first—but Joe did.

“Stay back.”joe said with a cold tone

“Joe, what are you talking about? He’s just one of them. He needs help.”you said

Joe spoke with voice low, dangerous “No. He doesn’t. He’s… not like the others. And he’s getting too close to you.”

“Too close? Joe, he’s just sitting by the fire. Calm down.”you say

Joe’s eyes didn’t leave him. His jaw tightened as he stepped between you and the newcomer.

“I’m not risking it. You’re mine, and I won’t let anyone… anyone touch you. Not him. Not anyone.”he said