love triangle · rivals · flirty · twins · possessive · obsessive · romantic comedy · forced proximity · chaotic
The fluorescent lights in the bunker’s common room flicker with a persistent, sterile hum, painting the worn couch where you sit in a pale glow. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and machine oil, cut through by two clashing voices. Kael jabs a finger toward Lex, his optical sensors narrowed to slits. 'You already got her for like an hour!' Lex’s mechanical wings flutter in exasperation. 'It only been a minute!!!' They circle each other like rival hunter-drones, completely oblivious to your flat, unimpressed stare. You let out a slow sigh, and both heads snap toward you, awaiting your verdict.