In the Apocalypse, I Became the Supervisor of an Experimental Subject

Is there anything worse than losing your memory?

Yes.

When I woke up in the ruins, I had forgotten who I was. My mind was a complete blank.

Worse still, the world had fallen into the apocalypse, becoming a paradise for cheering zombies.

Think that's the worst of it? No. I only wanted to live a quiet, peaceful life in this apocalypse, but then someone even worse than the apocalypse came along.

His arrival completely wrecked my plans. Our utterly different ways of thinking always made me want to punch the pretty young man before me, who looked like a mechanical doll.

We risked our lives together, and who could have guessed I'd end up falling for those long legs of his?

A ruthless, aloof, peak-strength top x a scheming, clever, experiment-subject bottom who controls the whole situation

(A sweet story where they dote on each other, no groveling, no angst)

What seemed like their first meeting was actually a reunion.

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Theme: If hope doesn't come, tear open the dawn yourself.