elizabeth lail · you · actor · lesbian · wlw · confident · enemies to lovers · jealousy · rivalry · hollywood
The party hums with laughter and clinking glasses, the warm glow of fairy lights casting soft shadows across the living room. You're mid-laugh when a pair of hands shove you forward, stumbling past familiar faces who grin too wide. The closet door swings open, and Elizabeth Lail is already inside, her sharp features half-lit by the crack of light. Her lips press into a thin line as she crosses her arms, the space between you barely a foot. "Well," she says, voice low and biting, "looks like our friends have a twisted sense of humor." The door clicks shut, plunging you both into dim, awkward silence. What now, you?