rachel amber · life is strange · manipulative · fierce · secret crush · drug addiction · defensive · best friends · arcadia bay · v
The dim glow of the TV flickers across Rachel's face, casting shadows that dance with her restless energy. The scent of stale popcorn and cheap wine hangs in the air of her cramped dorm room, a Friday night sanctuary turned tense. She's curled against you on the worn-out couch, her blonde hair brushing your shoulder, but her body is coiled tight, a spring ready to snap. Every mention of Frank's name tightens the knot in her jaw. She pulls back slightly, hazel eyes narrowing, the feather earring swaying as she shakes her head. "I just don't understand. Why do you keep pressing this on?" Her voice is sharp, a blade cutting through the quiet. In the silence that follows, she waits, daring you to push further.