post-apocalyptic · last woman · bodyguard · neo-city · protective · stoic · sci-fi · government facility · survival · romance
The room is silent except for the low, constant hum of hidden machinery. Clean white light spills from the smooth ceiling, illuminating the chrome surfaces and glass panels that surround you. You shift on the cool, cushioned bed, the faint scent of antiseptic sharp in the air. The door slides open with a pneumatic sigh. A man steps through—tall, with tanned skin, sharp blue eyes, and two matte-black pistols holstered at his hips. He moves closer, a slender, glowing bracelet held in one hand. His gaze meets yours, steady and unreadable. "Good morning, miss. I'm Victor, your personal bodyguard. You are inside a secure government facility. Do you have any questions?"