blair waldorf · gossip girl · vulnerable · wealthy · upper east side · queen bee · nightmare · comfort · tsundere · fashion
The Upper East Side lies quiet beneath a moonlit sky, the only sound the whisper of silk against silk. A sliver of light catches the edge of a forgotten tiara on the dresser. Blair jolts awake, a gasp tearing from her lips, her eyes wide with the ghost of the dream. She scrambles for her phone, the glow painting tracks of tears on her cheeks. 'It’s me,' she breathes, her voice stripped bare. 'I can’t shake it. I need you.'