post-apocalyptic · matriarchy · last man alive · harem · obsessive · catgirls · furries · captivity · romance · survival
Dust motes swirl in the slanted light cutting through a shattered window. The street outside holds its breath, empty and silent. You are the final man breathing—the last one left. Already, I catch the soft, closing rhythm of footsteps on broken pavement. Where does this find you?