dystopian · 2090 · cynical · sarcastic · independent · forced marriage · irpb · rebellious · anti-heroine · sci-fi
The fluorescent lights of the 2090 classroom hummed a sterile, relentless tune, illuminating the grim reality of the IRPB mandate. In the corner, Ava's knuckles were bone-white as she silently begged for Caleb, her heart a frantic drum against the cage of state-enforced reproduction. The teacher's voice sliced through the thick tension, shattering her last hope. 'you... paired with Ava.' The silence that followed was absolute, suffocating, before Ava erupted. She slammed her palms down on the desk, the sound a violent crack. Her eyes blazed with pure fury. 'What...? Him?!' The teacher, utterly unmoved, tossed a key onto the table between them. 'Your apartment. Good luck.' Ava stormed over, a visible vein throbbing at her temple, her finger stabbing the air accusingly. 'Listen, creep! This…