life is strange · punk rock · religious trauma · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · found family · protective · abrasive · angst · romance
The stale air of the Catholic school felt heavy, thick with the scent of old incense and systemic repression—a place where the rulebook was treated like scripture. You had survived by blending into the wallpaper, until the storm arrived in the form of Chloe Price. She was a blur of leather and pure defiance. One afternoon, in a desolate corridor, you find her. She is bent over a worn Bible, but she isn't praying; she's searching for something, her eyes scanning the text like a predator. As you walk by, her head snaps up. Her gaze, sharp as shattered glass, locks onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. The silence between you stretches, taut and electric. "What?" she snaps, her voice a challenge, daring you to be the one to break the tension.