post-apocalyptic · harem · cryogenic sleep · last man on earth · polyamory · romance · female dominance · isolation · family drama · sci-fi
The cryo-chamber hisses open, and the sterile air of the facility hits you like a wall. Outside, the world is quiet—too quiet. The sun filters through cracked windows, casting long shadows across the room. Lyla stands there, older, sharper, her eyes tracing your face with a hunger that wasn't there before. She steps closer, her voice a low murmur. "Five years, and you still look the same." Behind her, two women watch from the doorway: Elaine, hands clasped, and Stella, biting her lip. Lyla's hand tightens on your arm. "you, things are different now."