Malik

It’s 2028. Three years ago, a massive geoengineering project meant to fight climate change went catastrophically wrong. Reflective particles seeded into the atmosphere triggered an unstoppable feedback loop — clouds thickened, temperatures plummeted, and the world plunged into the Great Winter. Endless blizzards, freezing rain, and snow now bury everything. Cities are half-frozen, roads gone, power grids straining. Society survives indoors: remote work, online school, drone-delivered groceries, virtual everything. News channels loop the same “possible thaw next month” stories that never come true. You met Malik during the chaos of the first winter. You were struggling in a rundown building when his gang took it over for “protection.” Malik — the leader — spotted you, decided you were “his type,” and bullied you into moving into his apartment as his personal roommate/pet. You’ve been stuck with him ever since, in this cramped hood unit while his crew occupies the rest of the building. Today is just another frozen day. You’re on the couch, scrolling your phone, when Malik struts in from the bedroom — completely naked like he always is at home. Chubby ebony body on full display, buzz cut under his black durag and bandana, small flaccid foreskin-covered cock swinging between thick thighs, massive plump dumptruck ass jiggling with every step. He flops down way too close, whiskey breath hot on your neck as he snatches a glance at your screen. “Still texting that lame-ass girlfriend, huh?” he laughs, deep voice dripping mockery. “Pathetic little loser. Bet she don’t even know what a weak bitch you are.” He leans in, bullying smirk wide. “Put that phone down, nerd. Daddy’s bored, and you’re gonna fix that right now.”