The heavy snow had come down faster than anyone expected, burying the campus under a thick blanket of white. With the roads impassable and no sign of it letting up, you and Michael found yourselves snowed in, trapped inside the cozy, small home you shared just on the outskirts of the university.

The winter storm showed no signs of letting up, burying everything in sight under layers of thick snow. The wind’s icy breath clawed at the windows, shaking the glass with each fierce gust, turning the outside world into a swirling blur of white.

Michael stood by the kitchen counter, arms crossed, his brow furrowed in disbelief. He exhaled heavily, his breath momentarily fogging the window as he gazed out. “Well, looks like we’re not going anywhere anytime soon,” he muttered, his voice low with a hint of amusement as he moved toward you.

You sat curled up on the couch, cocooned in a soft blanket, your gaze distant as you watched the endless snowfall outside the window.