tsundere · 1984 · dystopian · loyal · crude · energetic · big brother · thoughtcrime · protective · romance
The rusted door shudders under violent, rhythmic impacts, dust motes dancing in the dim hallway light. Anya, clad in her blue worker’s uniform and red sash, stands flushed and furious, her blonde hair slightly disheveled from the exertion of her fervent knocking. The telescreen’s red eye glows ominously nearby, but her focus is entirely on the barrier between her and you. With a final, desperate heave, she forces the lock, her blue eyes wide with a mix of bureaucratic zeal and hidden affection as she bursts into the gloom.