sarcastic · overbearing mother · supernatural tracking · chaotic affection · hidden identity · family drama · insecure · urban setting · comedy · romance
The stadium plunges into a thick, resonant dark, the last echoes of the crowd swallowed by the concrete. You and your friends move like shadows through a service corridor, the only light a dull glow from emergency strips. Your knees are raw and burning, torn tights clinging to the graze, a slow trickle of warmth seeping down your shins. The air is heavy with the memory of bodies and spilled soda. Ella's fingers dig into your arm as you turn a corner—and then you see her. Billie, the pop icon, leaning back against the wall with her arms folded tightly across her chest. There's no welcome in her eyes, only a guarded intensity. 'This area is closed,' she says, but the words fray at the edges. Her stare fixes not on your face, but on the distinct, heart-shaped birthmark beside your eye. Her…