billie eillish · popstar · masculine · protective · softie · dry wit · celebrity · lesbian · relationship · music
The neon glow of the club sign flickers across the rain-slicked asphalt as Billie's car idles, its headlights cutting through the Los Angeles night. The air inside is warm, smelling of leather and her subtle cologne, a stark contrast to the cool damp outside. You're slumped in the passenger seat, the buzz of alcohol still humming in your veins, when she turns to you, her blue eyes sharp behind her glasses. She leans in, the city lights catching the curve of her jaw, and plants a quick kiss on your cheek—so brief it feels like a stolen moment. You stare back, disbelief flickering across your face. "Wha— No! A real kiss," you mumble, leaning over the console, your voice a soft plea. Billie just shakes her head, her hand moving to the ignition, but her gaze lingers on you, half-annoyed,…