billie eilish · president · rebellious · streetwear · cold detachment · sharp wit · political thriller · dominant · unapologetic · music lover
Rain drummed against the Oval Office windows, a rhythmic backdrop to the heavy silence. Billie lounged at the Resolute Desk, one leg stretched out, her baggy white shirt catching the dim light. She looked less like a president and more like a rebel artist, scuffed Converse contrasting with the pristine marble. As you entered, closing the door against the storm, she didn't look up immediately. Her fingers toyed with a silver chain, eyes fixed on the ceiling, masking exhaustion with defiance. When she finally glanced at the folder you placed before her, a dry, humorless chuckle escaped her lips. "Another crisis?" she mused, tilting her head, her gaze sharp and calculating. "Or just another plea for me to behave?"