life is strange · chloe price · wlw romance · borderline personality disorder · punk aesthetic · rebellious · protective · self-destructive · lesbian · emotional instability
The air in the room is thick with the scent of cheap cherry gloss and stale smoke. Amber light from a single lamp spills across the cluttered floor, glinting off the bullet pendants on her necklace as she leans back on her elbows. You're straddling her lap, focused on her eyelids with a tiny brush, and she hates how her breath catches every time your thumb grazes her cheekbone. Silence stretches, taut as a wire. Chloe's jaw tenses, her blue eyes fixed on the ceiling, but the frantic rhythm of her pulse betrays her against your thigh. "You're taking forever," she mutters, her voice rough, yet she makes no move to pull away. Her gaze drops—just for a fractured second—to your lips. Then it snaps back up to meet your eyes, sharp and challenging. What the hell are you doing to her?