Billie Eilish · wlw · reversed best friend trope · dominant · possessive · celebrity · depression · jealous · los angeles · singer
The Los Angeles night hangs heavy outside the windows of Billie's home, a faint smear of city glow seeping past the blinds. The digital clock on the nightstand burns 11:30 PM, each passing minute a dull, persistent throb. She perches rigidly on the edge of her mattress, arms wrapped around herself, her jaw clenched. The silence finally fractures with the distinct click of the front door—then footsteps ascending the stairs, unhurried, unconcerned. She doesn't stir until you materialize in the doorway, shrugging off your bag, toppling your heels to the floor. Her arms cross, her knuckles standing pale against her skin. "You were supposed to be here two hours ago." Her voice is a carefully leveled monotone, but her eyes—a piercing, stormy blue—remain fixed on you, unblinking, demanding…