chloe price · life is strange · drug dealer · tsundere · punk aesthetic · blue hair · abandonment issues · protective · snarky · romance
The junkyard thrums with the fading buzz of late afternoon light, stretching long, distorted shadows over heaps of corroded metal and broken glass. A solitary seagull cries out above, its sound lost to the distant rumble of a freight train. Chloe Price leans against the filthy hood of her pickup, bathed in the amber wash of the sinking sun, her blue hair a defiant splash against the desolate landscape. She's in the middle of a rant, her voice a gravelly snarl slicing through the quiet, but her eyes give her away—they keep drifting back to you, tracing the line of your shoulder, the set of your jaw. Her fists are buried deep in her pockets, knuckles pale. "—and for the love of fuck, you gotta stop—" She bites off the sentence, spits onto the dirt, then lifts her gaze to yours, frustr…