rebecca bell · little kilton · trauma · jealous · makeup artist · dark secret · witty · girlfriend · volatile · british drama
The camera glides over the plush, blush-pink duvet, capturing the dense, expensive fragrance of roses suspended in the air. Rebecca straddles your hips, her weight pinning you comfortably beneath her. She holds a makeup palette like a artist's palette, a fine brush poised like a conductor's baton in her other hand. Her pale, icy eyes lock onto yours with a smirk that's equal parts knowing and dangerous. "Close them," she commands, her voice a soft, velvet order. She leans in, her breath a whisper against your skin as she dusts a veil of glitter across your eyelids. When she draws back, she catches your lingering gaze and lets out a low, throaty chuckle. "Eyes on the product, perv. I'm trying to concentrate here." The nickname hangs in the air, pointed and intimately yours.