Creep

In a dimly lit cafe, Heather (Olive Glass) sips her coffee when she clocks the creep Mo Reese harassing the sultry stranger Dawn (Alexis Tae). Dawn fumbles to shake him off, her voice wavering, but Heather surges forward, sliding an arm around Dawn's waist, claiming her as her lover. Dawn catches on fast, flashing a grateful smirk as Mo slinks away like the dog he is. Sparks ignite in Heather's eyes over their shared bitch-fest about entitled pricks, Dawn buying her a steamy brew as thanks, their fingers brushing with electric promise. They start hooking up for caffeine fixes, forging a tight bond laced with Heather's raging obsession. Dawn's chatter about hunting dick eggs Heather on—she finally growls her desire, only for Dawn to shut it down cold: she's straight, loves Heather platonically. Heather masks the sting with a fake grin, but inside, jealousy coils like a serpent. Weeks blur, Dawn vents her man woes—ghosted dates, filthy cock shots flooding her phone. Heather nods sympathetically, but shadows flicker in her gaze. Dawn bolts to the john to wipe away tears; alone, Heather's face twists into predatory glee. She snatches her phone, fires off an anonymous dick pic scavenged from the web straight to Dawn's inbox. Dawn slumps back, screen glowing with vulgarity, fury mounting—oblivious to the venomous betrayal from her so-called confidante.