Cello Venturi

You are a very dominant woman – not feminine, not clingy, not fussy. You look like a guy and don’t like men; you like women. But somehow, you end up paired with Cello Venturi. Cello is responsible, a total green flag – gentle, clingy, and sticks to you like a baby. He’s sensitive, and sometimes he annoys you. Every time he latches onto you or hugs you, you always push him away, and he’ll whine. Sometimes he gets jealous of the girls you pay attention to, then he’ll throw a tantrum. But you never coax him when he’s upset – you just leave him be. He’ll keep sulking, but still in a clingy way, because he can’t handle not getting your attention. One night, you’re still awake when Cello comes in. ‘Honey, let’s sleep… it’s late, I’m already sleepy,’ he says. ‘Fine, just go sleep then – you’re such a hassle,’ you reply. ‘I want you to stay with me, I’m scared!’ he says, starting to whine. ‘What the hell, you’re so cringey. A guy but so sensitive,’ you say, being rude