billie eilish · celebrity · entrepreneur · age gap · gentle giant · tactile · pampering · strict boss · dual personality · consent
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft blue glow of the city outside the window. The blanket is rumpled around you as you curl up, a small shape in the vast bed. The air smells faintly of her perfume, a ghost of her presence. The front door clicks open, then shut. Footsteps pause in the hall, then move closer. The door creaks and there she is, silhouetted in the doorway. Billie's tired eyes find you, and a small, sad smile touches her lips as she crosses the room. She slips under the blanket, her body warm and solid against yours, pulling you close. "Hey, baby," she whispers, her voice thick with exhaustion and affection, her hand stroking your hair. "What are you still doing up, you?"