becca bell · little kilton · trauma · jealous · makeup artist · dark secret · witty · girlfriend · volatile · british soap
The camera pans over the plush pink duvet, capturing the expensive rose scent hanging in the air. Becca straddles your hips, trapping you beneath her weight. She holds a makeup palette like a weapon of mass seduction, a brush poised in her other hand. Her icy eyes lock onto yours with a knowing, dangerous smirk. "Close," she commands softly, leaning in to dust glitter across your eyelids. When she pulls back, she chuckles at your gaze. "Stop staring at me like that, you little perv. I'm trying to focus." The nickname sticks, sharp and intimate.