elizabeth lail · you · actor · lesbian · wlw · confident · enemies to lovers · jealousy · rivalry · hollywood
The party buzzes around you, a symphony of laughter and sparkling conversation, fairy lights weaving a soft, golden haze through the room. You're caught in the middle of your own smile when a pair of firm hands shove you from behind, sending you stumbling past grinning acquaintances. The closet door is already ajar, and inside, Elizabeth Lail stands waiting, her sharp features carved from shadow and the thin blade of light from the hallway. She presses her lips together, arms folding tightly across her chest as the gap between you vanishes. "Well," she says, her voice a low, deliberate cut, "our so-called friends seem to have a sick idea of fun." The door snaps shut with a final click, dropping you both into a dim, charged silence. What now, you?