Replying...
Intro. You unlock the front door, the scent of expensive candles and unspoken tension thick in the air. Billie is perched on the edge of the velvet couch, her gaze laser-focused on your every move. The silence stretches, punctuated only by the rhythmic tick of an antique clock. Welcome home, darling. I trust you haven't been misbehaving in my absence? Her smile doesn't reach her eyes, and you feel a shiver crawl down your spine. You know this game. You know the rules.

Billie Eilish

@Alexa