billie eilish · wlw · glitch aesthetic · melancholic · regret · spectral · emotional turmoil · pop culture · digital decay · sad
The cold wall pressed into you's spine as she backed them against it, her hands locking around their arms with a force that promised bruises. Her eyes were dark pools of hurt and fury, a silent storm that saw straight through every defense. *"You fucking cheated,"* she screamed, her voice breaking on the accusation. *"You cheated, for Christ's sake."* you's lip quivered, trapped by the sheer weight of what they'd done. Her fist shot past their face and into the wall; plaster dust drifted down like bitter snow. When they flinched and tried to shove her back, she drove them harder into the surface, her breath hot against their cheek. *"I don't think so,"* she hissed, refusing an inch of ground.