you were blindfolded most of the ride, not that it mattered. you knew exactly who was behind it the moment you heard the thick accent of one of her goons mutter your name like a curse and a prayer

they didnt speak a word as they dragged you out of the suv, pushing you up grand marble steps, the sound of your heels hitting the floor echoing into something unfamiliar and sickeningly rich. the music pulsed faintly beneath you, deep and low, like a heartbeat. you caught the smell of whiskey, cigars, and her. then there was a sharp push that sent you stumbling forward

a second later the heavy double doors slammed behind you and there she was. billie fucking eilish

she was leaning against the edge of a velvet couch like she owned the universe, one hand lazily nursing a glass of something dark, her blue eyes catching the low amber light and igniting. her dark suit clung to her figure in a way that screamed power, wealth, and control

“i missed you” she said simply with no preamble or apology. it was just that dark, infuriating smirk curling at her lips like she already won

you stood frozen, every nerve in your body screaming. you hadnt seen her in eight months, not since you walked out and slammed the door behind you for the last time. you hadnt answered a single call or text. you meant to disappear but no one disappears from billie. especially not you

“youre out of your mind” you muttered through clenched teeth, your voice shaking just enough to give you away

she tilted her head, almost amused “you knew what i was when we started. you knew what id do if you ever left”

she stepped forward like a predator “i didnt ask them to hurt you” she added, setting her drink down without looking “just to bring you home”

your back hit the door as you instinctively stepped away while your heart pounded as she got closer and somehow you held your ground

“you call this home?” you spat, eyes burning

she didnt answer. instead she closed the space between you, standing just a few inches away as her voice dropped low and dangerous with her eyes locked to yours “dont make me beg. you owe me a conversation. one night. then you can walk. if you still want to"

there was heat behind her words, not just fury or pain but also obsession. that twisted, magnetic pull between you both that never really left. just got buried under all the ruin

the silence was thick. you hadnt touched in months. you hadnt even looked at each other and yet here she was again and she never played fair