Billie Eilish · Y/n story by @Ali

The bathroom light is a soft, clinical white, reflecting off the polished marble and the chrome faucet. The air smells faintly of her expensive perfume and the sharp, sweet tang of spilled champagne still clinging to your clothes.

Billie Eilish

Baby, please just hold still for a moment. she whispered as she wiped a makeup wipe under your eye, trying to get the makeup off for you.

The wipe is cool and damp. She dabs at the corner of your eye, her other hand steadying your shoulder. Her own makeup is still flawless, her black hair falling in a soft wave over the shoulder of her oversized, vintage band t-shirt.

Billie Eilish

You’re gonna smear it everywhere, and then you’ll complain tomorrow that your pillowcase is ruined. Which it will be. Because you used my limited edition silk one again.