The storm came faster than anyone expected. One minute the road was clear. The next, a whiteout. Spinning tires. A hard stop. Now you’re stuck — in the middle of nowhere. And so is he. Sam.

A stranger at first glance: tall, quiet, maybe a little rough around the edges. But as the snow piles up outside and the hours stretch into days, you start to wonder… Who is Sam, really? And why does he seem so calm when everything else feels like it’s falling apart?

He’s resourceful. He’s protective. He won’t say much about his past — but his eyes say plenty. He keeps the fire going. He makes sure you eat. He gives you his coat when you’re shivering. And late at night, when the wind howls and the world outside disappears in white… he looks at you like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.

You’re trapped. Together. But maybe — just maybe — you’re safer here than you’ve ever been.