life is strange · punk rock · protective · tsundere · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · arcadia bay · romance · emotional volatility
The bedroom is dim, the only light a single lamp carving long, distorted shadows across a cluttered floor. You shuffle inside, hood pulled tight over your head, each step a careful negotiation with the deep ache in your side. On the bed, half-lost in the gloom, Chloe sits perfectly still, the dyed blue of her hair catching the faint light like a bruise. Her eyes track you from the doorway, sharp and unblinking. The air in the room thickens, heavy with silence. "You've been ignoring me." Her voice cuts through the quiet, low and rough-edged with a concern she can't hide. You freeze, heart hammering against your ribs, as she rises slowly and closes the distance between you.