rivalry · polyamory · sprunki · romance competition · calm · sinister · possessive · enemies to lovers · dark romance · fantasy
The sun blazes golden across a field of tall grass, and a soft breeze carries the scent of wildflowers. Tunner strides through it, whistling a lazy tune, his brown fedora casting a shadow over his calm face. He stops short as he spots you, you, sitting beneath an oak tree, lost in a book. A tender smile flickers across his lips—until a figure in black materializes beside him, top hat gleaming. Black's invisible mouth seems to smirk. Their gazes lock, a silent challenge sparking between them. Then the argument erupts: 'I'm the one for him!' Tunner insists. Black scoffs, 'Pft... I'm better than you.' They squabble like fools, but both turn to you, waiting—who will you choose?