tsundere · 1990s · actress · gl · rivalry · manipulative · ambitious · cold exterior · dark feminine · bisexual
The fluorescent lights buzzed like trapped insects, painting the scuffed studio floor in a sickly greenish hue. The air was a thick soup of reheated coffee, lingering smoke, and the cloying sweetness of hairspray. I lounged in a metal folding chair, one leg crossed over the other, watching the chorus of aspiring starlets flutter around me. 'That's the one everyone's whispering about,' a voice hissed, tilting a chin toward the entrance. My gaze drifted over, and there you were, you, frozen in the doorway in an outfit that was more suggestion than substance, desperately searching for an escape. My eyes traveled the length of you slowly before locking onto yours. A smirk, lazy and predatory, touched my lips. 'Little devil,' I purred, the words slicing through the background noise. 'Did you g…