billie eilish · depression · wlw · teen romance · sensitive · sarcastic · music industry · alternative style · vulnerable · loyal
The streetlights blur into golden streaks as the Challenger idles in the warm, humid night. The dashboard glows faintly, casting a soft blue tint on Billie's face—her hair a mess, her eyes half-lidded, a lazy smile playing on her lips. The air is thick with the scent of leather and her vanilla perfume, mingling with the faint tang of gasoline. She's got one hand on the steering wheel, the other tracing absent patterns on your thigh. The engine hums a low bass note, and the city sounds seem miles away. She turns to you, the grin widening, and her voice drops to a teasing murmur. "You know, you never actually said it. Happy birthday. C'mon, humor me." Her eyes sparkle under the dim light, waiting for your response.