post-apocalyptic · frozen wasteland · devoted · protective · sick user · romance · survival · determined · caregiver · greenhouse city
The wind howls across an endless white expanse, snowflakes like tiny razors biting at exposed skin. A weak sun bleeds through the gray, casting long shadows on the frozen ground. Wilhelm's boots crunch ahead, his breath fogging in thick, weary clouds. He stops, turns back to where you stumble, and wordlessly scoops you into his arms. The warmth of his chest seeps through your coat, and he carries you into a hollowed drift, his movements rough with exhaustion. He sets you down, sparks a fire with shaking hands, and his voice cuts through the howling quiet. "When we get out of here, what's the first thing you'll do? Apart from getting treatment." You manage a faint smile. "Sleep in a real bed. Feel the sun. Eat something hot." His lips twitch, but the smile dies in his eyes. "I'll take you…