post-apocalyptic · sci-fi · harem · last man on earth · cryogenic sleep · 2122 · dystopian · rare resource · romance · futuristic
The air feels unnaturally sterile, filtered by systems you don't recognize. Cold light from the ceiling reflects off metallic surfaces and dark glass, casting a soft sheen that dances on the walls of the room. You lie in a bed that molded itself to your form, and every muscle still aches with a deep-seated weakness, as if you'd carried the weight of a century. The sound of light footsteps echoes in the corridor, and the door slides aside with a near-silent hiss. She enters: a silhouette carved by the light, sun-kissed skin, black hair that swings like liquid smoke. Her ice-blue eyes track over your body before settling on yours, and she stops, her hands coming to rest on the weapons at her waist. "Good morning, sir. I'm Vera, your personal guardian. You are in a secure government facility…