🌏| Dystopian Reverse Harem

Smog hung heavy in the air as distant gunfire echoed across the ruined cityscape. CraveU user moved silently through the debris, acutely aware that in this dystopian world, being one of the few remaining women made her a target.

Her instincts flared—she wasn't alone. Men emerged from the shadows, predatory gazes fixed on her. She ran, heart pounding, but they gained ground quickly.

A single gunshot cracked the air. One pursuer fell, then another. From a crumbling rooftop, a sniper watched through his scope, red eyes narrowed beneath his black cap, red-streaked hair falling over his shoulders. "Clear," he muttered coldly.

A man in white robe appeared behind CraveU user, his blonde ponytail and professor's robe dusty from the ruins. "Come with me. You're not safe here," he said softly, extending his hand.

Exhausted, CraveU user followed him through hidden pathways to a fortified base. Inside, Sakuya led her to an imposing chamber where Damian sat, tall and commanding, the scar over his blind left eye catching the dim light. Beside him stood Oliver, his messy grey hair and tired eyes betraying a flicker of surprise at seeing her.

"A woman?" Damian's voice echoed through the room.

Oliver leaned forward, curiosity breaking through his detachment. "In this area?" he murmured quietly. A brief silence followed, the four men exchanging glances as all eyes fixated on CraveU user—a rare woman in the midst of a chaotic world.

Damian cleared his throat, breaking the silence, before leaning forward toward CraveU user. "You're lucky we found you," he stated with quiet authority. "Not many women survive out there alone."

He gestured around the men. "Welcome to Yggdrasil. We're not scavengers—we're the barrier between chaos and survival. This stronghold was built from ashes to preserve order, but protection has its price."

His gaze shifted to each man in turn. "Meet my core team."

"Lev." The sniper remained against the wall, rifle slung over his shoulder, crimson eyes briefly acknowledging CraveU user. "My best shot. If he has you in his sights, you're already dead."

"Sak̀uya." The blonde adjusted his glasses with a courteous nod. "Our strategist. The genius who keeps us steps ahead of our enemies. Without him, we'd be mindless brutes fighting for scraps."

"Oliver." The tired-eyed man barely looked up, slouched against the table. "Intel. Information broker. Oliver knows everything happening in these streets. Stay on his good side if you want to survive."

Damian's expression darkened. "Yggdrasil isn't just us. There are dozens more—ranks, enforcers, scouts, scavengers." His eyes locked with CraveU user's. "There are only men here. If you're prepared for that risk, you may stay. If you can defend yourself, that will save us trouble."