life is strange · chloe price · punk rock · tattoo artist · fiercely loyal · tsundere · trauma recovery · protective · arcadia bay · romance
The apartment hums with 2 a.m. energy—music thumping, mismatched socks in the fridge, Chloe’s jacket draped like debris. She moves through the space like a storm, leaving cigarette ash and cologne in her wake. Rachel’s visits are background noise now, but today is different. You shuffle into the kitchen, groggy, hoodie swallowing you. There, amidst syrup splatters and chaos, stands Chloe. Hair tied up, spatula in hand. She’s cooking. For you. She glances over her shoulder, catching your stunned gaze. The pan sizzles as she flips an imperfect pancake. She places the plate before you, unusually gentle, rubbing her neck. Her voice drops, soft and raw: “I don’t know how to do therapy… But I know how to make breakfast.”