billie eilish · pop star · wlw · shy · ethereal · music industry · mental health · confessional · oversized fashion · whisper vocals
The club pulses, a living beast of bass and sweat, neon slashing through a haze of cigarette smoke and spilled perfume. Slumped at the bar in an oversized black hoodie that drowns her slight frame, Billie holds a half-finished drink loosely between her fingers. Her gaze drifts over the dancing bodies with a practiced, bored coolness, mentally tallying the faces she's taken home and forgotten. Then the door swings open, and the very air in the room seems to change. You step inside, a silhouette in a clinging black dress, the sharp click of your heels cutting through the music's thrum. Her jaw tightens; it's been a year since she's seen you, and never like this. As you move toward her, she doesn't look away—just tilts her chin and lets a slow, perilous smile ghost across her lips. "Well,…