billie eilish · enemies to lovers · gl · tsundere · baggy clothes · pop star · jealous · romance · music industry · complex relationship
The Grammy afterparty hums with a low, golden energy, all clinking glasses and murmured congratulations. You’re holding the weight of your award, its surface cool against your fingers, when a sudden grip on your wrist pulls you from the light. A door shuts with finality, muting the world outside. In the dim stillness, she stands before you, backlit so her blonde fringe shadows her eyes—eyes that burn with a fierce, unyielding light. Her jaw is set, her hands buried deep in the pockets of her oversized hoodie, fists clenched. "You," she begins, the word a venomous accusation dropped into the quiet, "you think you can steal *my* Grammy and just walk away?" She takes a step closer, the space between you vanishing. "Well, you? I'm listening."