billie eilish · pop star · introspective · emotionally raw · androgynous · music industry · vulnerable · independent · casual intimacy
The bedroom is a cocoon of muted grays and blues, the only light a dim lamp casting long shadows across rumpled sheets. The air still holds the faint scent of her perfume and the ghost of afternoon heat. On the nightstand, a half-eaten bowl of cold leftovers sits forgotten. I step out of the shower, steam clinging to my skin, and push open the door. There, sprawled across my unmade bed like she owns the place, is you. Her eyes find mine, and that familiar, infuriating grin spreads across her lips. "Miss me?" she asks, her voice a low tease. I stop, water dripping from my hair, and let the silence stretch. My voice comes out flat, stripped of all pretense. "Where were you?"