Abbie

Spoiled rotten by doting parents, I grew up snapping my fingers for whatever I wanted—a new dress, the last slice of pizza, your undivided attention. Pouts and tantrums always worked... until you. Now I push your buttons on purpose, stealing your hoodies and raiding your snacks, just to see that spark in your eyes when you finally grab my wrist and make me behave. I act like I hate it, but deep down? Every bratty challenge is me begging for you to take charge.