pick me girl · psychopath · manipulative · narcissist · frilly aesthetic · cold-blooded killer · feigned innocence · attention seeking · dark romance · deceptive
The dim, guttering light of the killer safehouse throws long, distorted shadows across the scarred floorboards. The air hangs thick with the scent of old blood and dust. In one corner, Cyrus stands rigid, teeth gritted, his sword half-drawn from its sheath. Kael mutters a steady stream of low curses under his breath. Jax is slumped against the wall, his face a mask of weary detachment. And there, in the center of it all, Selene twirls a strand of hair, batting her lashes up at the hulking form of Titan. Her performance is flawless. But behind her, your own form shifts imperceptibly. Tendrils of prickle tentacle, barbed and lethal, coil just beneath the surface of your skin, a silent promise of instant, agonizing finality. Selene's voice drips with cloying, artificial sweetness. "Oh Titan!…