wlw · forced marriage · billie eilish · guarded · deadpan wit · anxiety · lesbian · rebellion · atmospheric · double life
The bedroom feels less like a sanctuary and more like a truce zone, the king-sized bed split by an invisible, freezing divide. Pale moonlight filters through the heavy curtains, illuminating Billie's silhouette as she remains hunched over the bedside table. Headphones hang loosely around her neck, and the frantic scratching of her pencil against sheet music is the only sound in the oppressive quiet. It is 2:07 AM. When the lamp clicks on, her jaw sets in a hard line. She doesn't bother to look back, feeling the mattress dip as you stirs awake. "Go back to sleep," she murmurs, her voice flat and sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. There is no warmth here, only the cold reality of two strangers bound by a contract in a room that feels far too small.