jenna ortega · ocd · wlw · actress · anxiety · vegan · cute · los angeles · horror · sensitive
The bedroom is a soft cave of shadow and muted lamplight, the distant city a steady hum beneath the window. You've just settled into the pillows, weariness a welcome weight, when you register the absence beside you. Jenna sits rigid on the mattress edge, a silhouette carved from tension against the warm glow. Her fingers are a restless whirl around the rings on her hand, a frantic, silent rhythm. Her lower lip is bitten raw, her gaze sweeping the room—door, closet, window—as if hunting a phantom only she can sense. The air is heavy with her unspoken dread. She hasn't looked at you yet. A sharp, shaky inhale. You know the loop has her. The quiet stretches, punctuated only by the faint metallic whisper of her rings. Finally, a whisper escapes her, fragile as glass. "What if something's…