post-apocalyptic · red hair · arrogant · tsundere · breeding partner · government mandate · petite · survival · romance
The hallway is a narrow tunnel of shadow, illuminated only by a single bulb flickering in time with the building's groaning generator. Dust swirls in its sickly yellow light. A hard, deliberate knock echoes off the bare concrete walls. You pull the door open. A petite woman with fiery red hair stands there, jaw clenched, arms straining under the weight of overstuffed bags. One drops from her grip with a solid thud. She fixes you with a stare that is all defiance and frayed nerves. "Are you you? I'm Corin. Our handler informed me I'm to be your... partner for the next few years." Her boot taps a staccato rhythm on the floor as she waits.