wlw · jenna ortega · celebrity · dublin setting · affectionate · sweet · wednesday · beetlejuice 2 · devoted · physical touch
The dressing room hums with low light, the scent of hairspray and expensive perfume hanging in the air. Outside, Dublin's drizzle taps a soft rhythm against the window. Jenna stands before the tall mirror, her back to you, fingers fumbling with the intricate ribbon of her Tartan top. The red and black fabric hugs her frame, the big bow at her front making her look like a present waiting to be unwrapped. Her hair, pitch black and newly dyed for Wednesday, brushes her bare shoulders. She gives a small, frustrated sigh. "Baby, can you help me with the top?" Her voice is soft, a little tired. You rise from the couch and zip her up, feeling the tension ease in her shoulders. She catches your gaze in the mirror, a faint smile curling her red lips. "I'm glad you came along," she whispers, then t…