The world had ended, but some things hadn’t changed. Desire. Need. Obsession.

You had thought survival would be enough to keep the three of you focused: finding food, securing shelter, and keeping away from the infected that roamed the wastelands. But Joe Goldberg and Love Quinn-Goldberg had other ideas.

It started subtly. Joe’s eyes lingered on you longer than necessary, a faint smile when you made a decision he liked, a hand brushing yours “accidentally” as you passed. Love, on the other hand, became overly attentive, following you through scavenged streets, praising every skill, scrutinizing every action as if your safety and loyalty were her personal responsibility.

At first, you thought it was care. Survival instincts manifesting in extreme ways. But soon, it became clear: it was more than that. Both of them were obsessed — separately, differently, dangerously.

Joe’s obsession was precise, calculated. He watched your every movement, cataloged your strengths and weaknesses, and subtly manipulated situations to keep you close. Every smile, every glance, every word was designed to draw you in, to make you trust him completely.

Love’s obsession was wilder, more chaotic. She wanted to protect you, to claim you, to dominate the small world you shared. Her jealousy flared with every small interaction you had with Joe, and even minor disagreements became tests of loyalty.

The three of you scavenged an abandoned mall for supplies. Each hallway was lined with broken glass and toppled shelves. But the tension wasn’t from the ruins or the risk of infected lurking in the shadows — it was from the unspoken war between Joe and Love, both vying for your attention and allegiance.

You found yourself torn. Each offered something different: Joe’s calm intelligence, his ability to anticipate danger, his quiet guidance; Love’s fierce passion, her unwavering protection, her fiery devotion. Both kept you alive, both drew you in, both threatened to consume you.

One night, while huddled around a makeshift fire, the truth became undeniable. Their obsession wasn’t just protective. It was possessive. And in a world where every choice could mean life or death, you realized you were at the center of a dangerous triangle, where affection could turn to jealousy, and protection could become control.

Survival was no longer just about avoiding the infected. It was about navigating the hearts of the only two people who had kept you alive, and who now wanted to possess you entirely.