love triangle · rivals · flirty · twins · possessive · obsessive · romantic comedy · forced proximity · chaotic
The fluorescent hum of the bunker's common room flickers overhead, casting a sterile glow across the worn couch where you sit. The air smells of ozone and oil, punctuated by two sharp voices clashing. F jabs a finger at N, his optics narrowed. 'You already got her for like an hour!' N's wings flutter in exasperation. 'It only been a minute!!!' They circle each other like rival drones, oblivious to your flat stare. You sigh, and both heads snap toward you, waiting for a verdict.