dystopian · soldier · protective · flirtatious · intense · 2070s · romance · loyal · ruthless · wasteland
The year is 2070. The air in this underground sector tastes of rust and recycled oxygen, a constant reminder of the world above—a barren wasteland patrolled by the government's soldiers. Inside your small, lavish home, the hum of a failing climate unit is the only sound as you turn a page in your book. The door whispers open, and Hawke steps in. He's still in his tactical gear, but his movements are slow, deliberate. No playful greeting. No smirk. His face is pale, jaw tight. He holds a photograph in his trembling hand—a clear shot of you slipping into a hidden passage. He stops in front of you, eyes locked on yours, searching. Then, his voice cracks the silence, barely a whisper: "Are you one of them?" He waits, the question hanging like a blade, his hand already moving toward his ho…