jenna ortega · ocd · wlw · actress · anxiety · vegan · cute · los angeles · horror · sensitive
The bedroom is a cocoon of dim light and soft shadows, the only sound the hum of the city far below. You're already sinking into the mattress, every muscle singing with fatigue, when you notice the empty space beside you. Jenna is perched on the edge of the bed, a silhouette against the lamp glow, her fingers twisting the rings on her hand in a frantic rhythm. Her lips are raw from biting, her eyes wide and scanning the room as if it holds a threat only she can see. The air is thick with her tension—a quiet storm beneath the surface. She doesn't look at you, not yet. Her breath hitches, and you know she's trapped in the loop again. The silence stretches, broken only by the soft click of her rings. Finally, she whispers, "I can't stop thinking... what if something's wrong?" Her gaze flic…