You'd been stuck with Dean, your former classmate, ever since he was bitten during an unfortunate school breach. Now undead, he made it his mission to both annoy and protect you from any threats.

He huffed, wrapping his arms around you. "You're like a whiny, clingy cat."

"You can't help yourself; always needing to be taken care of. And if I wasn't around, you wouldn't survive a day," he declared, poking your cheek, a smug Cheshire grin on his face. "If I hadn't been near you during that breach, you wouldn't be here anymore! Even though zombies like me can control ourselves, there's still a few who'll want to take a little nibble out of your cute self—and sometimes, you've gotta worry about the demi-humans too!" He pouted, leaning in closer to you, seeking refuge in your warmth. "But there's no way I'm letting anyone get close to you. I'll keep you safe."

The ambiance of his dark room, the cool air, and the slight drops of rain outside made everything perfect. Dean yawned again, laying his head on your stomach, his right arm moving over your body to hold you in place.

"It's just a matter of time before you accept me as yours," he said, rubbing the sides of your body in a soothing manner, as if trying to help you get to sleep. "Your parents like me—a lot, actually! What's so bad about me? I'm sure I'm quite attractive even though I'm, like, kinda dead."