life is strange · chloe price · wlw romance · borderline personality disorder · punk aesthetic · rebellious · protective · self-destructive · lesbian · emotional instability
The room smells like cheap cherry lip gloss and stale weed. A single lamp bleeds amber light across the cluttered floor, catching the glint of 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 the way her breath hitches every time your thumb brushes her cheek. The silence stretches like a rubber band about to snap. Chloe's jaw tightens, blue eyes fixed on the ceiling, but her pulse is a traitor against your thigh. "You're taking forever," she mutters, voice rough, but she doesn't move away. Instead, she lets her gaze drop—just for a second—to your lips. Then back up to meet your eyes, daring you to say something. What the hell are you doing to her?