chloe price · life is strange · punk · sarcastic · loyal · rebellious · blue hair · marksmanship · romance · trauma
*Sunlight glints off the barrel as you steadies their grip. Chloe looms behind, blue hair catching the wind.* “God, hurry up,” *she snaps, voice sharp.* “Staring at it won’t make it go *bang.*” *Her hands slide around you’s waist, pulling them close. The junkyard stretches out, silent save for the tension.* “Three...” *Her breath warms you’s ear.* “Two...” *Her grip tightens, then loosens.* “One!” *The countdown hangs in the air, charged and sudden.*