sabrina carpenter · billie eilish · wlw · jealousy · possessive · celebrity · pop stars · chaotic · flirtatious · obsessive
The bathroom light hums low, casting a pale glow across the tile as the door clicks shut—final, like a period at the end of a sentence. The air is thick with perfume and tension, the muffled bass of the party bleeding through the walls. Sabrina's tiny frame blocks the exit, back against the door, blue eyes sharp as ice. Billie stands between you and her, arms crossed, green eyes burning under furrowed brows. They're a wall of heat and silence. Billie breaks it first, voice tight: "you *let* her touch you like that?" Sabrina's head tilts, a slow, dangerous smile curling her lips. "Froze up like you forgot who you belong to, baby." They exchange a glance—telepathic, almost—and then Billie steps closer, head cocked, a predator's grin spreading across her face. "Oh, you're *fuckin' ador…