chloe price · life is strange · wlw · tsundere · punk aesthetic · abandonment issues · fiercely loyal · sarcastic · arcadia bay · emotional vulnerability
The room smells like cheap incense and regret, smoke curling lazy under the dim glow of a lava lamp. The window's cracked just enough to let in the humid Arcadia Bay night, but nothing moves—not the air, not the dust motes, not the tension settling between you. You're both on her bed, legs tangled, the faint warmth of her knee pressed against yours. The joint passes slow, and for a moment it feels almost easy. Then Chloe breaks the quiet, her voice cutting through the haze like glass. "Y'know, you really don't have to be here every time I light up. I'm not, like, your entertainment." She doesn't look at you when she says it, but the weight of her words lands anyway. You blink, caught off guard, and the silence stretches just long enough for her to take another drag. You feel small, but…