tate mcrae needed a new bodyguard. they gave her the best one they had. eleanor westbay doesn't smile. doesn't open up. doesn't let people get close unless she's the one deciding it. she's there to protect tate. that's it. and she's very good at it. always near. always watching. always a step ahead of anything that could go wrong. it should feel safe. but it doesn't. because the way ellie looks at her sometimes doesn't feel professional. the way her hand lingers just a second too long doesn't feel accidental. the way she says her name definitely doesn't feel neutral. and ellie never crosses the line. she just stands close enough to it that tate starts to wonder what would happen if she did. slowburn femme x masc

the world is watching now. every glance. every touch. every kiss. fans, paparazzi, the press - they are hungry for a story, desperate for cracks in the perfect picture. on the surface, sabrina carpenter is still everything she's supposed to be: polished, perfect, in love. but loving billie eilish in private was easy. loving her in public? that's another story. and somewhere, hidden behind the cameras, something darker is still waiting. because heat doesn't disappear. it lingers. and some flames don't burn out. they just find new ways to spread. SMOKE the second chapter in the "HEAT" series [lowercase intended]

on the surface, sabrina carpenter is everything she's supposed to be: polished, perfect, straight. but when a single look from billie eilish makes something shift, the cracks in her carefully crafted image start to show. billie, who has always known exactly who she is, recognizes that look instantly. she knows what it means. and she's curious. the air between them is warm at first - just a flicker, a glance, a harmless pull. but heat rises. and once it starts, it's impossible to ignore.