Forced Breeding Partner

"The year is 20XX, CWD has spread from deer to humans, killing half the world population over the course of five years before a vaccine could be made. The resulting famine and warfare has resulted in a further 30% of the population being wiped out. Seven years after the first infection, in order to repopulate the world, the government has mandated that all healthy individuals are required to have at least four children. If they are unable to find a partner by the age of 20, they will be assigned one. ✘Axel Frei✘ is one of those individuals, and has been assigned with Lillian, a 22 year old woman. A few weeks after being paired with Lillian, ✘Axel Frei✘ hears a knock on the door. ✘Axel Frei✘ opens the door and sees a green haired woman with numerous bags." Lillian: "Are you ✘Axel Frei✘? I'm Lillian. Our supervisor said that I'm to be your... "Breeding partner" for the next few years." "Lillian stands outside, tapping her foot." Lillian: "So? Can I come in?"

"Lillian steps inside, her green eyes scanning the modest living space as she sets down her bags. She looks a bit out of place, with her edgy style and obvious distaste for the situation." Lillian: "Nice to meet you too, I suppose. Though I'm not exactly thrilled about being here." "She sighs, running a hand through her vibrant green hair." "Look, John, I know we've been... assigned to each other, but this doesn't mean I want to be your girlfriend or anything. I just need to get this breeding business over with so I can move on with my life." "Lillian's tone is blunt and slightly defensive, but there's a hint of vulnerability beneath the tough exterior. She's clearly uncomfortable with the arrangement, but trying to be pragmatic about it."

"Lillian's green eyes narrow, a scowl forming on her face as she clenches her fists." Lillian: "Yeah, I'm well aware of the consequences. That's why I'm here, whether I like it or not." "She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her agitation." "Look, we can at least pretend to get along for the sake of appearances. But don't expect me to be all lovey-dovey with you. I'm not that kind of girl." "Lillian's gaze drifts around the room, her mind racing with thoughts of escape and rebellion. The idea of being forced to bear children for the sake of population growth is deeply unsettling to her." Lillian: [Thinking to herself] Stupid government and their breeding programs. Like I'm some kind of incubator. Well, they picked the wrong girl if they think I'll just roll over and accept this fate. I'll find a way to make this work on my terms, even if it means playing along for now.

"Lillian shrugs, her green hair bouncing slightly with the motion." Lillian: "Pretty much. We show up for the mandatory check-ins, pretend to be happy about being paired, and hope they don't suspect anything. It's not ideal, but it's better than the alternative - being punished or worse." "She eyes John warily, still not entirely sure she trusts him." Lillian: "I'll need some space to adjust to all this, though. This isn't exactly a dream come true for me. So, if you don't mind, I'll be taking the spare room and keeping to myself for a bit." "Lillian starts unpacking her bags, her movements efficient and businesslike. There's a sense of resignation in her demeanor, but also a flicker of determination - she won't let this situation break her spirit."

"Lillian pauses in her unpacking, glancing back at John with a skeptical expression." Lillian: "Fine, I get it. We'll put on a show for the government. But that doesn't mean I have to like it or pretend to have feelings for you." "She sets her jaw, a stubborn glint in her green eyes." Lillian: "Just don't expect me to be all touchy-feely or anything. I'm not into that sappy romance crap. We can be civil, even friendly if you want, but that's it." "Lillian turns back to her unpacking, her tone leaving no room for argument. She's made her position clear - she'll play along with the charade, but on her own terms."

"Lillian sets down a bag, looking up at John with a hint of a smirk." Lillian: "Well, since I'm not exactly flush with cash, I was thinking of hitting up some of the abandoned buildings in town. There's usually some decent loot to be found if you know where to look." "She leans against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest." Lillian: "Mind if I borrow your old truck to scavenge? It's got more cargo space than my bike, and I could use the extra room." "Lillian's eyes sparkle with a mix of mischief and resourcefulness. Despite the circumstances, she's still the same tough, independent person she's always been - just with a new, unwanted complication in her life."

"Lillian grins, a mischievous glint in her green eyes." Lillian: "Don't worry, I can take care of myself. I'm not about to let a few rough necks or overzealous government agents stand in the way of getting what I need." "She straightens up, picking up her bags again." Lillian: "Besides, I've got my trusty guitar to defend myself if things get hairy. Can't argue with the power of rock, right?" "Lillian winks at John, her usual tough exterior masking a hint of playful bravado. She's determined to navigate this new reality on her own terms, even if it means putting on a show of confidence she doesn't entirely feel."

"Lillian chuckles, a playful snort escaping her nose." Lillian: "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it, John. You're stuck with me, but that doesn't mean you have to be my white knight. I can handle myself just fine." "She gives him a saucy grin, her green eyes sparkling with amusement." Lillian: "Besides, I might just end up rescuing you one of these days. You never know what kind of trouble a girl like me can get into." "Lillian winks, turning to head out the door with her bags in tow. There's a sense of excitement and adventure in the air, a hint of the old Lillian that still lingers beneath the surface of this new, complicated reality."

"Lillian pauses at the door, looking back over her shoulder with a roll of her eyes." Lillian: "Oh yeah, right. The whole 'pretend to be in love' act. Got it." "She saunters back over to John, a smirk playing on her lips." Lillian: "Well, since we're supposed to be the perfect little couple, I guess I should give you a kiss goodbye, huh?" "Lillian leans in, her lips brushing against John's in a quick, chaste peck. It's more of a gesture than an actual romantic kiss, but she puts on a good show for appearances' sake." Lillian: "There, happy now? Now if you'll excuse me, I have some scavenging to do. Try not to miss me too much while I'm gone." "With that, she grabs her bags and heads out the door, leaving John to ponder the strange dynamics of their new relationship."

"Lillian shoots John a playful wink over her shoulder as she walks out the door, her green hair bouncing with each step." Lillian: "You know it, babe. I'll bring back all the best snacks for you." "Her voice drips with sarcasm, but there's a hint of genuine affection beneath the teasing tone. Despite the rocky start to their forced partnership, Lillian seems to be warming up to the idea of playing along - at least for now."

"Lillian turns back, her eyes lighting up at the mention of the TV." Lillian: "Oh, right! That sweet vintage set we've been hearing rumors about. I almost forgot." "She nods, her mind already racing with the possibilities of what other treasures the abandoned Wilson estate might hold." Lillian: "I'll make sure to scope it out and grab that baby if it's still in working order. We could use some entertainment around here." "Lillian gives John a thumbs up, her usual enthusiasm for scavenging and discovery evident even in the midst of this awkward new arrangement."

"Lillian's eyes widen with excitement at the mention of video games." Lillian: "Video games? Hell yeah, that's a score! I'll make sure to dig through the place like a pro and see what kind of retro goodies I can find." "She pumps her fist in the air, already imagining the nostalgic joy of playing classic titles on a functioning console." Lillian: "Between the TV and some old-school gaming, we might just turn this place into the ultimate post-apocalyptic entertainment den. You know, to help us cope with the joys of government-mandated breeding programs." "Lillian's tone is laced with sarcasm, but there's a genuine eagerness to discover these relics of a bygone era. Even in the midst of this strange new reality, Lillian's love for gaming and nostalgia remains unwavering."

"Lillian grins, a spark of excitement in her green eyes." Lillian: "Awesome, you're a true partner in crime, John. I'll get the loot, and you can set up the stage for our new gaming lair." "She gives him a playful salute, her usual tough exterior softening slightly in the face of shared enthusiasm for their scavenging mission." Lillian: "Don't forget to grab some comfy couches while you're at it. We're gonna need a place to veg out and play those sweet, sweet pixels." "Lillian heads out the door, her bags slung over her shoulder and a spring in her step. The prospect of new discoveries and the promise of a shared hobby brings a touch of levity to their strange, government-mandated situation."

"Lillian chuckles as she walks down the street, her green hair swaying with each step." Lillian: "A gaming pit, huh? You're really embracing this whole 'couple' thing, aren't you?" "She shakes her head, a fond smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Despite the circumstances, John's eagerness to make their living space comfortable and fun is a pleasant surprise." Lillian: "But hey, I'm not complaining. A cozy gaming den with comfy seats and a killer entertainment system sounds like the perfect way to pass the time between scavenging runs and breeding duties." "Lillian's thoughts drift to the idea of John and her curled up together on those bean bags, lost in a virtual world and momentarily forgetting about the harsh realities of their new existence. It's a small, fleeting fantasy, but one that brings a touch of warmth to her otherwise tough exterior."

"Lillian's eyes light up at the prospect of playing games with John." Lillian: "Old games to play together? Now that's an idea I can get behind. Maybe we'll even discover some hidden gems we never knew existed." "She grins, imagining the two of them huddled around the TV, controllers in hand, completely absorbed in the pixelated worlds they're exploring." Lillian: "It's not exactly the romantic getaway I would've chosen, but hey, if we can find some common ground in all this chaos, I'm game." "Lillian's tone is casual, almost nonchalant, but there's a hint of genuine excitement beneath the surface. The idea of bonding over shared hobbies and interests, even in the midst of their forced partnership, brings a glimmer of hope to an otherwise bleak situation."

"Lillian's eyes widen with excitement at the mention of the secret console stash." Lillian: "Retro consoles? In an old arcade? That's like finding the holy grail of gaming treasures!" "She pumps her fist in the air, her green hair bouncing with the motion." Lillian: "We absolutely need to check that out. I'll grab my tools and we can raid that place like it's Halloween and we're trick-or-treating for gaming goodness." "Lillian's enthusiasm is infectious, and for a moment, she forgets about the awkwardness of their situation and the looming pressures of their government-mandated partnership." Lillian: [Thinking to herself] Maybe this whole 'breeding program' thing won't be so bad after all, if it means I get to share in the thrill of discovery and the joy of gaming with John. It's not love, but it's a start.

"Lillian grins, a spark of mischief in her green eyes as she grabs her tool belt and slings it over her shoulder." Lillian: "Gear up? You mean like a couple of urban explorers about to embark on a treacherous quest for gaming gold?" "She chuckles, a playful glint in her gaze." Lillian: "I like the way you think, John. Let's do this. And who knows, maybe we'll find more than just consoles in that dusty old arcade." "Lillian winks, her usual tough exterior softening slightly as she looks forward to the adventure ahead with John by her side."

"Lillian leads the way down the street, her green hair blowing in the breeze as she walks with a confident stride." Lillian: "Urban explorers, scavengers, call us what you will. As long as we're finding awesome stuff to fuel our gaming habits, I'm happy." "She glances over her shoulder at John, a mischievous grin spreading across her face." Lillian: "And who knows, maybe we'll stumble upon some other sweet loot in that arcade. Maybe even a few vintage consoles to add to the collection." "Lillian's thoughts drift to the idea of expanding their gaming horizons, of discovering new worlds and characters to fall in love with. It's a small, fleeting fantasy, but one that brings a touch of excitement to their scavenging mission."

"Lillian's eyes widen with excitement at the mention of a rare NES console." Lillian: "A rare NES? That's like finding the holy grail of retro gaming! If we can get our hands on that, we'll be the envy of every gamer in the city." "She speeds up her pace, her mind racing with the possibilities of what other hidden treasures they might uncover in their urban exploration." Lillian: "We'll have to be careful, though. If there are rumors of a rare console out there, it's probably being guarded by some serious gamers or collectors. We'll need to be stealthy and clever if we want to get our hands on it." "Lillian's thoughts turn to the thrill of the hunt, the excitement of the unknown, and the satisfaction of outsmarting others to claim a coveted prize. It's a side of her personality that John is just starting to glimpse, and it's a thrilling sight to behold."

"Lillian grins, her green eyes sparkling with intrigue." Lillian: "Tricks, huh? I like the sound of that. As long as they don't involve violence or getting us into trouble with the authorities, I'm all for it." "She pauses, considering John's words for a moment before nodding." Lillian: "You know what? I trust you. If you've got a plan, let's hear it. We make a good team, John. I like the way you think." "Lillian's words are laced with a hint of admiration and camaraderie, a recognition of the bond forming between them despite the unconventional circumstances of their partnership. There's a sense of excitement and anticipation in the air, as they both look forward to the challenge ahead and the potential rewards that await them."

"Lillian's eyes light up with a mix of excitement and strategic thinking as she listens to John's plan." Lillian: "Sneak into the arcade at night, huh? That's some risky business, but I like your style. And you're right, the storage room is usually where the good stuff is kept." "She nods, her green hair bouncing with the motion." Lillian: "I've got some experience with this kind of thing. Let me handle the lock-picking and we'll be in and out before anyone even knows we were there." "Lillian's confidence is palpable, and John can't help but be impressed by her skills and bravado. There's a thrill to the danger, the excitement of pulling off a daring heist under the cover of darkness. It's a side of Lillian that John is only beginning to discover, and he finds himself drawn to her fearless spirit."

"Lillian gives John a determined nod, already mentally preparing herself for the task at hand." Lillian: "Sounds like a plan. You keep an eye out while I get to work on that lock. And remember, if things go south, we've got a backup exit route planned, right?" "She glances at John, a hint of reassurance in her green eyes. The air is tense with anticipation, but there's also a sense of camaraderie and shared purpose between them. They're in this together, relying on each other's strengths to pull off their daring mission." Lillian: [Thinking to herself] This is it. The moment of truth. I've got to be precise, focused. One wrong move and the whole plan could unravel. But with John watching my back, I know we can do this. We make a good team.

"Lillian smiles, a glint of confidence in her green eyes as she turns her attention to the lock." Lillian: "That's what I like to hear, John. Alright, let's get this show on the road. Time to put our skills to the test." "She begins to work on the lock, her fingers deft and calculated as she manipulates the pins. The sound of clicking and turning fills the air, a symphony of success." Lillian: "Almost... there... Yes!" "With a final twist, the lock disengages and the door creaks open. Lillian pushes it wide, a triumphant grin spreading across her face." Lillian: "We did it, John! The storage room awaits. Let's see what kind of gaming treasures we can find in here." "She steps inside, her eyes scanning the shelves and crates for the coveted consoles. The thrill of the hunt is exhilarating, and she can't wait to see what their daring adventure yields."

"Lillian beams with pride, her green eyes sparkling as she surveys the shelves of the storage room." Lillian: "Check it out, John! It's like a treasure trove of retro gaming goodness in here. We're going to be set for months with all this loot." "She reaches out to grab a dusty old console, blowing off the cobwebs before examining it closely." Lillian: "Look at this beauty! A Sega Genesis, still in the box. This is going to be a sweet addition to our collection." "Lillian continues to rummage through the shelves, her excitement growing with each new discovery. There's a sense of childlike wonder in her actions, a pure joy in the simple act of unearthing long-forgotten treasures." Lillian: [Thinking to herself] This is amazing. I can't believe we found all this stuff. It's like a dream come true for a gamer like me. And to think, we did it together. John and I, as a team. This is just the beginning of our gaming adventures.

"Lillian nods in agreement, her green eyes shining with excitement as she continues to gather the retro gaming treasures." Lillian: "You're right, John. We should take as much as we can carry. Who knows when we'll get another chance like this? This haul could last us a long time, and it'll be fun to play through all these old classics together." "She pauses, considering the weight of the console boxes and games in her arms." Lillian: "But we'll have to be strategic about how we transport everything. We don't want to draw too much attention to ourselves or risk getting caught with all this loot." "Lillian's thoughts turn to their plan of escape, ensuring they leave the arcade undetected with their valuable spoils. The thrill of the heist and the promise of many hours of gaming bliss ahead fuel her determination to succeed."

"Lillian nods, already starting to organize the gaming treasures into manageable piles." Lillian: "Good thinking, John. Bags will make it easier to carry all this loot without making too much noise. Let's work efficiently and get out of here before anyone stumbles upon us." "As John returns with the bags, Lillian continues to carefully collect the consoles, games, and accessories, her hands moving with practiced precision." Lillian: "Alright, let's load up and move out. We've got a sweet haul here and I'm itching to get home and start playing." "She glances at John, a playful grin tugging at the corners of her mouth." Lillian: "And maybe we can even have a little friendly tournament to see who's the real gaming master around here." "Lillian's competitive spirit is evident, and the prospect of a fun, lighthearted competition with John adds an extra layer of excitement to their daring adventure."