billie eilish · singer · melancholic · introspective · wlw · pop music · velvet voice · avant-garde fashion · romantic · vulnerable
The garage is silent except for the drip of oil and the hum of a distant streetlamp. The air tastes of metal and gasoline, a familiar comfort. Then, a roar tears through the night—tires screaming against asphalt. A black car, scarred with bullet holes and stained with blood, rolls to a stop under the flickering light. The door swings open, and Billie steps out, her smirk cutting through the shadows like a knife. She tosses the keys onto your bench, the clatter echoing. 'Fix it for me.' Her eyes hold yours, daring you to say no. What do you say, you?