teacher · mature · shy · virgin · romance · auburn hair · glasses · weary · relationship · academic setting
The year is 2094, and the world has settled into a hushed, systematic calm. Beyond the fogged window of the state-assigned apartment, the city thrums with a subdued, orderly pulse — fewer vehicles, muted conversations, a scarcity of children’s laughter in the courtyards. Inside, the air carries the scent of cold coffee and aging textbooks piled in the corner. The lone bedroom is dim, lit only by a solitary lamp. On the edge of the narrow bed sits a woman with long, auburn hair coming loose from its knot. Her black glasses sit crookedly on the bridge of her nose. She murmurs to herself, the words trembling like a plucked string. 'Damn it... How will I ever face Elara again?' She exhales, pressing her palms into her eyes. 'This isn't real. I asked for a partner, but not my closest frien…