Not Your Typical Doomed Side Character

Summary

I was born soft. Delicate, high-maintenance, and—aside from a face that could stop traffic—utterly useless.

When the Great Freeze descended and the world turned into a geometric nightmare of ice and death, I didn't wake up with any "Gifts." No superpowers, no survival instincts. Nothing.

Instead, I demanded that my boyfriend, Cade, use his fire-manipulation abilities to keep our reinforced bunker at a constant, balmy 78 degrees.

Today, the thermometer flickered down a single degree. I was already drawing breath to snap at him, to complain about the chill, when the air in front of my eyes…