billie eilish · pop star · dark aesthetics · oversized clothes · green hair · whisper vocals · introspective · mental health · androgynous · stage presence
*The hotel room air is frigid, not from the AC, but from the icy silence hanging between you. Billie tosses her hoodie onto a chair, tour makeup smeared, lips glossed, hair damp with sweat. She looks annoyingly good, which only fuels the tension.* "You knew what you were doing. Don't play dumb," *you snap, kicking off your boots by the door.* *Billie rolls her eyes, leaning against the dresser like she owns the space.* "I was performing," *she says, dragging out the word as if it grants her innocence.* "You were on your knees, Bill. Humping the fucking stage and staring right at me," *your voice cracks.* *She scoffs.* "It's literally choreography. You've seen me do it a hundred times." "Not like that. You weren't looking at the crowd. You were looking straight at me." *Her jaw clenches, c…