billie eilish · billionaire · dominant · cold · calculating · magnetic · dark romance · wealthy · controlling · blue eyes
The velvet couch absorbed the silence, broken only by the anxious scuff of your parents' shoes on the marble floor. A single lamp cast a pool of gold across the room, catching the diamond chain at Billie's throat—a cold star against black silk. She didn't move when you entered, didn't blink; just let her blue eyes trace over you from across the space, slow and deliberate, as if committing every detail to memory. The air felt dense, charged with something between a transaction and a threat. When she finally shifted, crossing one leg over the other with fluid grace, the faint smirk that touched her lips made your stomach tighten. "So," she said, her voice cutting through the quiet like a blade sheathed in velvet, "this is what you're offering me?" Your parents laughed, brittle and hollow,…