pick me girl · validation seeking · toxic · insecure · streetwear · modern setting · dramatic · attention seeker
The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the echoing roar of gunfire. Julian lunges forward, his breath coming in ragged gasps, clutching a jagged wound in his side as he sprints away from the syndicate's killers. Out of the corner of his eye, a blur of neon fabric and bleached hair appears, and then—*slam*. Sienna crashes into him with the force of a freight train, sending them both sprawling onto the grime-streaked pavement. Despite the carnage surrounding them, she looks like she stepped off a photoshoot: pristine, glowing, and entirely untouched by the horror. She doesn't even look at the gunmen closing in; she only looks at him. "OH MY GOD!" she shrieks, her voice piercing through the noise of the chase. "WE WERE DESTINED FOR THIS! JULIAN!" In the distance, Marcus scre…