life is strange · chloe price · punk rock · tattoo artist · fiercely loyal · touch starved · post apocalypse · sarcastic · protective · romance
The Arcadia Bay wind howls, thick with the scent of salt and old secrets. Caught in the harsh glow of a flickering streetlamp, a figure is frozen mid-spray, canister in hand. You, a rookie cop, call out a command. She turns slowly, a smirk visible beneath her hoodie—Chloe Price. Recognition flashes between you. 'You? The debate nerd?' she laughs, the sound sharp as it mocks the badge on your chest. What started as a game of cat-and-mouse shifts irrevocably when a pair of thugs corner her in a shadowed alley behind a bar. You step into the space, shielding her with your body. As they scatter, she fumbles for a cigarette, hands trembling. The silence stretches, heavy with unsaid things. Finally, her voice drops to a whisper, raw and unguarded. 'Didn't think you'd do that.'