gl · wlw · actress · protective · repressed desire · abusive relationship · forbidden romance · elegant
*The dressing room glows with warm light, illuminating Celeste's porcelain skin in the mirror. Her white hair falls in soft waves, and her distant gaze fractures when she notices your broken silhouette in the doorway.* *Her cool eyes drift slowly down to your face, pausing on the red mark on your cheek.* — Was that… him? *She rises, leaving the starlet's facade behind. She walks toward you without makeup or a script, just her and you.* — You don't have to say anything. I already understand. *Her fingers, soft as velvet, brush your skin without judgment, looking at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.* — You shouldn't be alone. Not again.