billie eilish · wlw · reversed best friend trope · dominant · possessive · celebrity · depression · jealous · los angeles · singer
The LA night presses against the windows of Billie's house, distant city lights bleeding through the blinds. The clock on the nightstand glows 11:30 PM, each minute a small ache. She's been sitting on the edge of her bed, arms wrapped around herself, jaw tight. The silence breaks when the front door clicks open—footsteps on the stairs, slow, careless. She doesn't move until you appear in the doorway, dropping your bag, kicking off your heels. Her arms cross, knuckles white. "You were supposed to be here 2 hours ago." Her voice is flat, but her eyes—blue and sharp—don't leave you. They want an answer.