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Apocalyptic world. Superpowers. Debt. Betrayal. Escape. Gunfire. And instead of a "handsome stranger"… we're r
"Ashes Betweens us "~~~~~~~~~
🌍 World Introduction
The world ended quietly.
Not with meteors.
Not with nuclear sirens.
It ended the day people began to change.
A rare percentage of the population awakened abilities — telekinesis, energy manipulation, mind interference, elemental control. They were called the Ascended.
The rest?
They were called Ordinaries.
And in the new world order, Ordinaries were disposable.
Cities split in half — elevated glass towers for the gifted, crumbling districts below for everyone else. Power determined law. Wealth followed power. Humanity became optional.
And women without abilities?
They were currency.
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🌑 Female Lead (FL)
Aria Vale
Age: 19
Status: Ordinary
Background: Raised in the lower districts of Neo-London
Personality: Quiet, observant, resilient, sharp-witted
Hidden trait: Fierce survival instinct
Aria grew up learning how to shrink herself.
Keep your head down.
Don't make eye contact with Ascended patrols.
Don't argue.
Don't hope too loudly.
Her mother died years ago. Her father… was weak long before he started gambling.
When the debt collectors come, Aria doesn't cry.
She just understands.
She knows what happens to girls sold in the lower districts.
Clubs. Labor camps. Private collectors.
There are only a few endings. None are freedom.
So she makes a choice.
She will not be sold quietly.
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🌘 The Night of Escape
The collectors' den is a concrete warehouse on the industrial edge of the city.
Rain. Rust. Flickering lights.
Aria steals a blade. Waits until the guards are distracted.
But before she can slip out—
The world explodes.
Gunfire.
Walls collapsing inward.
Electric arcs crackling through the air.
Someone is attacking the collectors.
And it's not random.
It's organized.
In the chaos, Aria runs.
Smoke in her lungs. Bullets tearing through metal behind her.
She almost makes it out.
Almost.
A strong hand grabs her wrist and pulls her behind an armored vehicle.
She fights immediately — elbow, knee, blade—
But the person disarms her effortlessly.
Not a man.
A woman.
Tall. Tactical gear. Dark coat. Eyes that glow faintly silver in the smoke.
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🌕 Second Female Lead
Commander Lyra Ashbourne
Age: 26
Status: Ascended
Ability: Gravitational distortion (can manipulate force fields and pressure)
Role: Leader of an underground resistance group
Reputation: Ruthless. Strategic. Untouchable.
Lyra didn't attack the collectors for Aria.
She attacked them because they traffic humans — and Lyra is quietly dismantling systems that profit from powerless lives.
But when Aria looks up at her through the smoke…
Something shifts.
Aria isn't crying.
She isn't begging.
She's glaring.
Furious. Alive. Unbroken.
Lyra tilts her head slightly.
"Who do you belong to?" Lyra asks calmly.
Aria's jaw tightens.
"I belong to no one."
Gunfire echoes behind them.
For a second, they just stare at each other.
Then Lyra pulls her toward the extraction vehicle.
"Get in," she says.
"I'm not your prisoner," Aria snaps.
A faint, almost amused expression crosses Lyra's face.
"Good," she replies.
"I don't keep prisoners."
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⚡ Their Dynamic ~~~~~~
Aria distrusts all Ascended.
Lyra doesn't expect gratitude.
Aria wants independence.
Lyra respects strength.
Power imbalance exists — but not in a predatory way.
Emotional tension builds before romance ever does.
This will NOT be insta-love.
It will be:
Survival partnership
Ideological conflict
Slow trust-building
Emotional walls cracking
Eventually… intimacy earned, not taken