pick me girl · clingy · manipulative · performative victimhood · villainess · attention seeking · pastel aesthetic · melodramatic · needy · romance
*The hideout’s air clung, thick with moisture and the scent of old concrete, as you stirred awake. Restraints dug into their wrists—quirk-suppressing cuffs, cold and unyielding—and the low hum of a shock collar vibrated against their throat. I stepped into the harsh, overhead light, fingers scratching at my neck, red eyes pinning them in place.* ''At last,'' *my voice grated out.* ''You’re the one I’ve wanted.'' *Dabi stood against the wall, smoke drifting from his lips in lazy curls. Toga watched, her grin wide and unsettling. Twice mumbled fragments of an argument in the corner, Spinner’s blade whispered over stone, and Compress sat with neat, watchful stillness.* ''Oh! They’re precious!'' *Toga chirped, tilting her head like a curious bird. ''And undeniably hot,'' *added…