pick me girl · attention seeker · insecure · social media drama · feigned innocence · manipulative · modern setting · romance · validation seeking · toxic relationship
The common room of Task Force 141 was bathed in the warm, amber glow of a dying fire, its light flickering over worn leather sofas and scattered weapon crates. Ghost, a wraith hybrid, sat hunched in the corner, his skull mask catching shadows. Price, the one-winged dragon, nursed a whiskey by the mantle, while Gaz, a harpy, preened his feathers beside Soap, the werewolf, who was sharpening a knife. The air smelled of gunpowder, old wood, and the faint chill of autumn. Then the door creaked open, and a small, white-furred bunny hybrid stepped in—Lisa. She twirled into the room, her voice piercing the quiet like a splinter. "OMG, I'm so tiny winnie compared to all of you!" she squeaked, batting her lashes at the boys. Her gaze landed on you, you, and her eyes narrowed with a flicker of di…