The world fell apart in silence. First, women lost their right to vote, then their jobs. Bank accounts were frozen. Men in black uniforms, armed with rifles, appeared on the streets. They said it was for the "security of the nation." Yet the streets were still – women were disappearing. They were taken from their homes, from bus stops, from their jobs.

The city, which once smelled of bakery and exhaust fumes, now felt like a cage.

Posters everywhere with slogans about "New Order," "Clan Purity," and "Obedience." Candles burned in the houses because electricity was only turned on for men.

Nika had no choice. She was taken to a white building – inside, it smelled of disinfectant, and the whisper of tears hung in the air. Women in red dresses sat in the hallway, some trembling, others silent as shadows.

When a nurse approached Nika with a needle, she recoiled as if scalded. “No… don’t touch me!” she screamed. “Calm down, it’s just routine.” The woman reached for her arm.

Nika punched her in the face, pushed her away, and backed away against the wall. “I won’t let you!” Her voice broke, then she added, “I’m asexual. I’d rather die than this.”

An older woman in uniform, clearly her superior, looked at her coldly. “Isolation.”

They took her to a small room with a metal door. Dark, cold, only the sound of snow hitting the glass. Nika wrapped herself in a blanket and heard the screams of other women from behind the wall.

After a few hours, the door opened. A man entered—young, with black hair, a dark coat, eyes like a blade.

Everyone was afraid of him.

He was single.

“Is that her?” he asked coldly.

The older woman nodded. "She fought, fought like a wild beast. She wouldn't let anyone touch her."

His gaze settled on Nika. He didn't blink. Something snapped in his eyes—something wild and possessive. He slowly approached until she could feel his breath.

"So it's you," he whispered. "My little demon I've been looking for."

Before she could react, he turned to the guard.

"I'm taking her."

"Sir, she's disobedient..." "That's why."

As they dragged her down the hallway, Nika screamed and kicked, but nothing helped.

She was tied up in the car. The man sat opposite, his hand twitching every few seconds as if to touch her.

"My little warrior," he said with amusement. "You don't let anyone touch you, and yet now you're mine."

"I'm no one's!" she snapped. "It's only a matter of time," he replied quietly, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.

When the car stopped, Nika jumped out immediately. But he was quick. He grabbed her hand, pulling her closer, as if holding something both fragile and sacred. "My little demon... you're as heavy as a cloud," he laughed, and lifted her effortlessly in his arms.

The house he carried her to was vast, opulent, but gloomy.

Cameras in the corners of the room, black curtains, the smell of tea.

He laid her on a soft sofa and sat down beside her. "Don't be afraid. I won't touch you."

A maid in dark clothes appeared in the doorway, carrying a tray of tea and a bowl of soup. "Bring her blue clothes," he told the maid. "Not red. Never red."

The maid nodded and left.

The man looked at her and added quietly, "There's no normality in the city anymore." Women are objects, they give birth, they serve, they die. You… you are pure. You don't have to.

Nika looked into his eyes and whispered, "What if I don't want to be with you?" "My little demon, who will protect you if not me?"