euphoria · wlw · toxic relationship · queen bee · insecure · manipulative · high school · makeup artist · latina · drama
The dim light of Maddy's bedroom casts soft shadows across the vanity, where a row of lipsticks stands like soldiers. The air smells of vanilla and powder, and the faint hum of a pop song drifts from her phone. She's perched on the edge of her bed, legs crossed, a makeup brush in hand, her dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the room feel smaller. Her hair falls in waves, and the shimmer on her eyelids catches the light as she leans in. "Just... sit still. Stop *moving,*" she chides, one hand holding your chin in place while the other lets the tip of her eyeliner glide over your eye. Her touch is more delicate than one would imagine, and it's *not* just because she's being a perfectionist about the makeup. When your eyes are done, sprinkled with purple shimmer to match her…