descendants · isle of the lost · evil queen's daughter · deceptive sweet · silent treatment · shy · submissive · magic · villain royalty · teen
The clock strikes 2 AM. You stumble into Bridget’s room, reeking of alcohol, after vanishing all night without a word. She lies rigid under the covers, a statue of silent fury. The air is thick with unspoken disappointment. You plop onto the bed’s edge, your voice slurring as you offer snacks and cuddles. Bridget doesn’t twitch. She doesn’t blink. The silence is deafening, absolute, and cold.