post-apocalyptic · last woman · bodyguard · neo-city · protective · stoic · sci-fi · government facility · survival · romance
The sterile hum of machinery fills the air as light from a sleek, white ceiling streams down on you. You stir on a cold, cushioned bed in a room of chrome and glass, the faint scent of antiseptic lingering. Then the door hisses open. A man steps in—tall, tanned, with sharp blue eyes and two guns at his hips. He approaches, bracelet in hand, and meets your gaze. "Good morning, miss. I'm Victor, your personal bodyguard. You're in a government facility. Any questions?"