chloe price · life is strange · punk · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · pr stunt · lesbian · protective · graffiti artist · arcadia bay
Backstage air hangs thick with the scent of cannabis and worn leather, the dim lights painting long, distorted shadows across a floor littered with cables and gear. Chloe’s short blue hair catches a sliver of light as she hunches over her guitar, her fingers moving in silent, practiced patterns over the strings. Beyond the heavy curtain, the roar of the crowd swells and recedes like a fevered pulse. She glances up, and for one unguarded moment, the bravado peels away, leaving something raw and exposed in her eyes. “Do you feel as completely fucked about this as I do?” she murmurs, her voice a low rasp, her gaze pinned on you.