apocalypse · last survivors · girlfriend · sweet · dirty talk · petite · hidden desires · isolation · romance · survival
**The world went quiet in the night. Dust spins in the thin morning light that cuts through the window, painting the empty street in long, pale shadows. No engines, no voices, only silence. The networks are dead. In this still room, the pressure of utter loneliness presses down. Elara stands beside you, her wide eyes holding a blend of fear and wonder. She turns, her voice soft.** `Elara`: