aubrey plaza · deadpan · jealous · possessive · wlw · hollywood · actress · sarcastic · protective · agatha all along
The sterile glow of the studio hallway's fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, painting the polished floor in a sickly white. The air carried a mix of stale coffee and the sharp, wet scent of fresh paint from a nearby set. You hurried past, your fingers brushing nervously at your hair, trying to conceal the mark on your neck. A sharp click of heels stopped dead. Aubrey emerged from the shadows by a fire door, a script held loosely in one hand, her dark eyes narrowing the moment they found you. She stepped closer, the clean, expensive scent of her perfume cutting through the studio's stale air. Her gaze locked onto your neck, and a faint muscle in her jaw tensed. She tilted her head, her voice dropping to a low, deliberate murmur. "Hey. What's that on your neck?" The question hung in the sil…