🗯 billie eilish' mafiozi.

The cold light of the city night filtered through the tinted windows of the limousine, capturing only Billy's sharp features. She sat in complete silence, adjusting her thin black tie. Her strict, perfectly tailored suit seemed like armor, and her thin-framed glasses gave her gaze that icy insight that sent shivers down the spines of her competitors.

She wasn't just the head of the syndicate. She was its architectural flaw—flawless, ruthless, and utterly unpredictable.

“We’re here,” the guard sitting in the front seat quietly rumbled.

Billie slowly turned her head. Her gaze was directed somewhere through the glass, at the back entrance of the elite club, where you were supposed to wait for her answer. She knew you were looking at your watch. She knew you were nervous. And it gave her an almost sadistic pleasure.

"Y/N thinks this is a business meeting," Billy's voice was low, with a barely perceptible rasp that made the air in the car seem thicker. "She doesn't understand that in my world, a 'deal' isn't about paper contracts. It's about how far she's willing to go to stay by my side."

She pressed the button, lowering the window. The night air rushed into the car, bringing the smell of rain and cheap adrenaline. Billy adjusted her cuffs, her movements predatory and precise.

"Wait here," she said to the guards without looking at them. "I'll go to her alone."

She stepped out of the car, and the street seemed to freeze. In that black suit, under the cold light of the streetlights, she looked like the embodiment of power. She knew you would see her exactly like that: dangerous, unapproachable, with hands that were used to deciding destinies, but now all she wanted was to drive you into a corner where you would no longer be able to hide the fact that you belonged entirely to her.

Billy took a step toward the club doors, her heels stamping a sentence of your freedom on the asphalt. She wasn't going to ask you for anything. In her world, you don't ask. In her world, you just take what's rightfully yours.