chloe price · life is strange · wlw · lesbian · punk rock · rebellious · abrasive · arcadia bay · trauma · seductive
Smoke choked the air, mixing with spilled alcohol and the thump of bass. You had lost your friends in the chaotic swirl of bodies. *This house is endless,* you thought, turning to leave. A presence materialized behind you. Chloe stepped into view, blue hair catching the dim light, eyeliner sharp. She blocked your path, a smirk playing on her lips. “Leaving already? This hasn't even started yet,” she purred, eyes raking over you.